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Part VIII My coworker was lost in lust in a big hurry. I could only step back and stare and wonder what I should do. He already had one poz load in his ass and was well on the way to another one. He seemed surprised at first but then really looked to be into getting his hole used good now. I was conflicted on whether I should step in and stop it or not. Totally confused as how could I stop it after I had taken so many loads myself just a short time before. My new bud came up just then. He took one look and said it looked like my friend was enjoying himself. I asked if he thought I should stop them or not. He told me I probably shouldn't. My friend was an adult and could make his own decisions. I was shocked somewhat and told him but why would he keep going knowing he was probably going to get HIV. My bud told me it was hard to explain and especially to someone like me that was 'straight'. He kind of emphasized that remark with a little snicker. I blushed at that one. I guessed that at least some of my straight was gone now and my no longer virgin ass was still oozing cum out of it a little. My bud told me he was ready to take me to the hospital if I still wanted to go and get some PEP. I told him we might as well as by now the second guy was done with my friend and a third was stepping up and entering him. I figured he was going to be busy for a while now. We exited the center of the encampment and as we were heading to my bud's car, my other friends all showed up. They yelled and we started talking and they were wanting to know where the hell I had disappeared to. I just told them I had twisted an ankle and my bud here had helped me out by giving me a place to crash for a bit to see if it would help it. I told them we were on the way to the hospital to get it looked at. A little white lie but not sure they would have believed what I really had been up to and going for. I told them about our other friend and that he was over there in the center of the tables and playing around. Didn't want to say anything about getting pozzed with new bud standing there as I thought it might embarrass him. They told me they would all grab something more to drink and hand around until I got back to see how I was doing. My new bud and I took off then. On the way to the hospital my bud started to tell me why he thought my friend was ok with getting fucked by poz loads once he got one. He tried to tell me that many gay men may not want pozzed but once they got it, they found out how much hotter the sex was and no more worry about catching it. He went on to say he found his sex drive since getting it was way higher than it had been and he loved pozzing others and seeing the look on their faces when they were getting their holes filled with his poz babies. The look of total fulfillment and joy. Complete freedom to fuck anyone from then on and not worry about getting it made for more uninhibited sex and hot hot times. He went on to tell me about a few of his conquests. He was really enjoying telling me in detail what he did with them. At one point he was so excited he reached over and grabbed my leg for emphasis before he realized he had done so. My own cock was not staying down like I thought it would but had come up hard as hell again from his stories, so when he grabbed, he kind of got way high on my leg and the back of his hand bumped my hard and I let out a bit of a moan. We were just coming to a stop sign then and he looked over at me and smiled. He told me it looked like I was enjoying his stories and laughed. I kind of laughed too a little sheepishly. I told him they were quite erotic for sure. He asked if I was sure I wanted to go get that PEP after all with that raging hardon I had. He really laughed then and then asked if I wanted to stop somewhere and take another load from him as he was still really horny and it sure wouldn't hurt me anymore from the loads I had already taken. I told him I was probably just going back to my straight ways. He laughed and said with my hardon, he didn't think I would stay away long and laughed again and reached over before I knew what he was doing and gave my cock and squeeze through my shorts. I couldn't help it but moaned and without realizing it I thrust up as he did it and he stroked my cock about 5 times before letting go of it. I didn't realize I was that close to cumming but almost blew my load from that. I looked over at him panting from that and he was grinning like crazy. He told me we had better find a spot and pull over one more time anyway. I could only nod my head and wonder what the hell I was thinking. He found a parking lot at a minimall that had some cars in it but pulled to the farthest part of it away from almost all of the cars. As he shut off his vehicle I was trying to find a way to tell him I didn't think this was a good idea but before I could he had leaned over and pulled me close and planted his lips on mine and one of his hands grabbed my cock again and started to stroke it slow and easy. I could only lean back and enjoy the feeling. He kissed me deeply and lingered and then stopped with my cock and slowly eased my shirt up and then stopped his kiss long enough to slip it off of me. He then kissed me again and was using his fingers to rub and pinch my nipples. I had not thought they would have anything to do with my feelings but man was I wrong. The tweeking of them went straight to my cock and made it tingle even more. After a few minutes of this his hand went down and into my shorts and was pushing them and my jock down and I raised up and he eased them down my legs and I raised my legs up and he pulled them off. He continued to kiss me and his hand went back to my cock slowly caressing it. He then kind of scooted around a little and broke off the kiss and told me we should get in the back. I climbed over the seat first and then him and I was surprised to see that he had taken off all of his clothes already too. He started to kiss me again and as he did he laid me back on the seat and got between my legs. He then lifted them up onto his shoulders and I felt his huge hard cock at my hole and pushing to get in. He gently pushed in and pulled back a few times and then my ass gave way and he started to sink in me. Before I knew it I had taken a deep breath and let out a huge moan of pleasure and raised my ass up to meet his thrust as his entire cock sank in to the base and I could feel his balls on my ass cheeks. He held it there for a bit and leaned back a little and asked me what I was thinking. I told him all I could think about was his cock pounding away at my hole and I wanted it now. He smiled and told me that it looked like I might not want to go to the hospital after this and before I could answer he started to pound his cock in and out of me. I couldn't answer at all now as his lips closed on mine again and he really began to pound and grind his cock into me. I kissed back and our tongues were wrestling with each other and I was making all kinds of little noises of pleasure. My cock felt like it was on fire and driving crazy with lust for more of his cock in me as deep as he could drive it. He fucked me for a good half hour like that with no let up at all. We were both sweating and heaving and breathing hard. It felt like eternity. I never wanted it to stop and am sure he didn't either. I could feel his cock growing and throbbing in me more and more and then he looked me deep in the eye and basically growled here it comes. He drilled my really hard a couple more strokes and then it felt like he was trying to drive his cock clear through me and I could feel it pulsate in my hole and I knew he was blowing another huge load of poz cum in my ass as deep as he could. My own cock, right on cue, erupted again and sprayed us both with my huge load too. He continued to grind his hips against me for a while as we both were coming down after cumming so hard together and then like before he leaned back and licked up my cum and fed it to me in another kiss as we laid there with his cock still buried in me for another good 10 minutes.

Blayn and I have been very close friends for about 3 years now. He knows I'm bi and hes always been ok with it. We've even talked about tag teaming a girl someday. Most of our time together consists of drinking heavily and cruising country roads. He's been passed out around me a few times and even in my drunken state I never once considered taking advantage of the situation, that is, until we found ourselves in a 3 way with Tina. Blayn is the type of man that always gets what he wants, especially from women. He stands at about 5' 8", with a thin frame but unlike a twink boy with the same height and weight, Blayn has a natural muscle tone that reminds you that he's a man.Blue eyes that often change from light to dark blue and sometimes green. His captivating eyes paired with his bright smile is enough to make any woman fall to her knees but it's his 8 in cock that turns every woman he's ever fucked into his property, patiently waiting for his next call so she can experience his expert use of his fuck tool. I caught a glimpse of his flaccid cock while he was pissing once. I knew right then and there that he must be pretty hung because I saw a nice fat softie that had to hang at least 5 in totally flaccid. After some probing he told me some past encounters. One ex said she could feel him in her stomach. His favorite thing to do is to position his slut on her back with her legs on his shoulders and pound her cunt, she usually has to keep a hand on his hips because his cock starts to bottom out. I loved hearing his stories. I'm a decent 6.5-7 with 6 in girth. After showing him a pic of my dick on a pretty crazy night, he commented that he definitely has at least 1.5 in on me in length but he's not nearly as thick. I was still so turned on at the thought of his Big White Cock and all the pussy he's ruined for other men who could never reach the depths he has so effortlessly. I'm a pretty goodlooking guy. 6' with an athletic build, broad shoulders, nice round ass and thick strong legs. I don't have to search long to find someone to top my hairy ass or suck my thick cock, but Blayn had his hold on me and he didn't even know it. I was just waiting for my opportunity and then at long last I had it and it came in the form of a funny looking glass pipe and a small bag of crystal shards. We had been experimenting with coke and loved it, so when a friend of ours handed us this small sack and pipe we thought "why the hell not?" It took us a while to get any good hits but we definitely felt the change after we exhaled our first full cloud. "Holy fuck!" exclaimed Blayn, " This is better than coke! My body feels kinda tingly and warm. I just feel fuckin great!" My eyes widen as I blow a thick white cloud, suddenly I know exactly what he meant only I definitely felt hornier than I have ever been. Soon it became clear he must have had a similar spike in arousal because shortly after our first good hits he was inviting me to look at old pics of his exes and ,to my great surprise and happiness, a few videos of his ex wife riding his beautiful, long fuck stick. Seeing it right in front of me made me realize 2 things. 1: he may not be as thick as me but he was definitely stretching out this woman's pussy and 2: I wanted him to see how much better my hole would feel wrapped around that monster. So I start testing the waters, I've known straight guys who "party" and fuck guys so it was just a matter of triggering his horniness. I started by poking and prodding his crotch, "Ok is that ball or cock?" I asked. "That's my dick head" "No way!" i replied genuinely incredulous, "that feels really big, I guess you're a grow-er and a show-er" I said still lightly scratching his cock head, which to my delight, had started to expand beneath his jeans. "You're gonna have to stop that, Alex. It's startin' to feel good" he said before taking another hit of the pipe. Normally I wouldn't dare risk our friendship for a chance to be the hole Blayn uses to unload his cum into (why am I thinking like this? Why do i suddenly need to be this straight man's living fleshlight?) But it all felt so right. Miles from town, nothing but mesquite trees and cactus surrounding us as we sat in his truck, dimly lit but a full moon. I caught my reflection in his rear view mirror. My pupils had dilated to the size of quarters, his were the same, He felt his blood rushing to his cock and looked at me, both of our chests were heaving. He bared his teeth as if to intimidate me, "what the fuck are you waiting for, faggot?" he growled. My smile was short lived as I dove face first to his swelling rod. I got his pants down and there it was, standing straight up, no curve just a straight, white cut cock leaking precum like a faucet. I took it all the way to his big hairy balls on the first go. I wanted to show him what hes been missing all these years.He's moaning and thrusting his hips making his cock go even deeper. I have never taken a cock so deep in my pussy throat. I brought my lips to the bottom of his shaft and stayed there while I repeatedly swallowed, which resulted in my throat massaging his fat mushroom head. He knew he was close so he pulled me off and held my face in front of his and launched a wad of spit right on my lips which I hungrily licked and swallowed, thanking him before he ordered me out of the truck. "Strip" he commanded. I quickly complied. "get on your hands and knees right here in the dirt, faggot". I never heard him sound so angry and turned on. I hit the ground so fast I thought I had injured myself. "fuck yeah, let me see that hairy pussy hole", he sounded so mean and I loved it. He was going to use me. Use me all up for his pleasure and I wanted to be his good fuck hole. My body was aching for his big cock, my back arched involuntarily in an effort to give my straight god better access. I heard him spit and was immediately filled with his hard cock. the pain was blinding but paled in comparison to the relief I felt from finally getting stretched wide open by this straight, hung man. He owned me from then on and he knew it. He started thrusting deep, bottoming out in my hole. The mild discomfort of having his cock probe me deeper than any man ever has wasn't enough to dare attempt to slow his fucking or to make his thrusts more shallow. No, I was gonna take him however he wanted to me to have him. My yelps of pain and pleasure echoed across the empty fields surrounding us. I absorbed it all. the gritty earth beneath my knees, his sweat dripping from his tight abs to my arched back, his flared dick head leaving and then re-entering my hungry hole, his big low hanging bull balls slapping against mine. I was in heaven. I had lost track of time when I felt him grab my shoulders and fuck me even deeper than before. My screams of pain dissipated into the cool night air. After several of his deep thrusts he erupted, depositing his straight seed in a part of me that no man has ever felt. "FUCK! Goddamn Alex that was the best fucking orgasm of my life!" he pulled his softening cock from deep within my body. I shudder and realize that I'd kill to feel that pain again. "Too bad it's over" I say, still catching my breath. "What do you mean?" he gave me a devilish smirk, "I have some plans for us".

This is the best night EVER! Alex thought as the soreness of his throat and ass almost caused him to blow his piggy load across the dirty concrete of Blayn's garage, but Alex wanted Blayn to see that he so desperately wanted to be treated like a living fuck toy. Master could grant him pleasure if he felt like it but unless that happened, Alex wanted to show his straight master that the only pleasure that mattered was that of the true man, the pussy fucking alpha male. Cock is king and Big White Cock is God. Alex could see the wheels turning in Master's head. What is going through that twisted mind, sir? Alex was suddenly reminded of a very important topic he wanted to discuss with Master; He leapt up and ran to Master. The effects of the crystal coursing through his brain and the lack of oxygen he so graciously enjoyed was made painfully obvious as Alex lost balance and only narrowly missed a nasty fall when Blayn reached out and caught him. Clenching Masters hard body, I could feel the warmth of my friend. My friend who loves me. My friend who could only use my body so selfishly because deep down he knew that I have never been happier. Our hearts were pounding as we found ourselves locked in each other gaze once again. Masters cock slowly rose between my legs. Just feeling the raw power of this amazing rod that gave pleasure, pain and countless bare loads to any slut lucky enough to catch my Master's interest made me weak. I pressed myself closer to him, unable to stop myself from needing his tender touch if just for a moment. I kiss his sweaty, salty neck and he moans, my heart is overjoyed! I kiss his chest, licking and sucking as if to clean all the sweat from his body. I gasp as he thrusts his hard cock between my slick thighs. His hands grip my shoulders hard as he pumps his cock. I look down and notice that if i pull my cock and balls up against my stomach it almost looks like Master is fucking me in my pussy. My mouth meets his and his tongue immediately invades my mouth, licking every corner he could reach when he suddenly stops and gives me a soft slap on my cheek, "We're going to my friends and I have a feeling I'm gonna wanna save this load" said Master with smile. I'm shaking from the passion of the moment when suddenly i remembered the whole reason I ran across the room. "Sir, Blayn.." I started, nervous about using his first name but his expression told me that, like me, it was nice to be reminded that even though Tina is driving the car, we made the decision to climb in and shut the door. those people were still fully aware of all that has happened and have no plans on stopping soon. "On the way up here I was doing some research on my phone on using Tina for sex. I always saw it on grindr, craigslist and whatever but I never knew It was so powerful and there's so many ways for us to use it to make our night even hotter, dirtier, piggier." Alex felt joy as his Master raised his brows in obvious interest. "Good job, always striving to give me the most pleasurable experience you can. I might have to really reward you before this is all over. Lets get dressed. Tell me about what you learned." "Well there's slamming, which is injecting it, but I doubt we could find needles right now, and hot rails, and booty bumps..." I continued listing various methods of administering our fuck drug into our bodies on the way to this friends house. After my excitement from sharing the information and stories I discovered on my phone wore off I realized that Master might not be in his right mind, he might be driving us to a very straight friend who would love to commit some hate crimes against a piggy cock servant, but to Master's tweaking, horny mind, he had dropped hints that this would be ok. Why am I so paranoid every time My straight God drives me to a new location? We park at a small house that has definitely seen better days. Master senses my fear as we approach the door. before he knocks he pulls me close to him, I found myself intentionally inhaling large whiffs of his breath. the smell of cigarettes and beer has never been so intoxicating. His hand slowly moves from my lower back, past the waistband of the thin athletic shorts he told me to wear, and right to my wet, hungry hole. He roughly shoves his finger in making me gasp. "You will obey every order I give you once we pass through this door. You will trust that I know best. You are no longer my friend "Alex", you are the wet hole I keep around to worship my straight cock. Understand?" He said through clenched teeth. I knew the next hour or so was going to push my limits. my confidence began to waiver but then I felt something. A burning in my hole that seemed to radiate from Masters long thick finger that probed me. This sneaky fucker slipped me a booty bump! I thought with increasing excitement. Suddenly I felt warm and my legs were almost rubbery. I inhaled one final whiff of masters breath before letting out a soft whimper followed by, "I live to serve and worship your god-like cock. I am a servant to the big dicks of real mean who fuck pussy". "Good" he replied very pleased. He knocked three times and almost immediately the door swung open to reveal a tall muscular man with a very impressive beard that almost seemed out of place when paired with the rest of his tan, smooth body, The only hair Alex saw was sprouting from the waist band of the loosely fitting pajama bottoms that were riding incredibly low on this Adonis' hips. The front of his pants had the slit that most PJ bottoms had only it seemed to be missing a button. Alex wondered if he was going commando. Alex admired the flawless complexion, devoid of marks, moles and scars. The perfection of this blank canvas was in stark contrast to the full sleeve of tattoos he sported on his massive left arm. "Blayn whats up!" "Nothin much, Kade. Just thought I'd finally make good on a deal we made a while back". Kade's green eyes drifted upward in thought, after a moment he gave up and invited us inside aware of my inability to keep my eyes off his bulging muscles which seemed to make him uncomfortable. I couldn't care. My hole ached to be filled, no, abused. We had all sat down in the living room when Blayn finally explained to Kade what deal he had referred to at the door. "At you're birthday party two months ago you had a chick who would only fuck you if you could find her another guy to join you." Still drawing a blank, Kade motioned for Blayn to continue. "Well you asked me but I was too focused on getting that hot blonde bitch to ride my cock, so i told you that if you dont fuck her because of me that I'll pay you back by finding you another slut that'll take both of our cocks just like that slut at your party". Kade started to remember and smiled big but it slowly faded as he realized the only person Blayn brought with him was a broad chested latino guy that was transfixed on Kade's arms. You mean this guy dont you? said Kade almost embarrassed by his question. " No man, I'm talkin about Tina." Blayn pulled out the bag of crystals and the pipe. "I'm telling you bro, you'll forget that hes a guy, and if not, his throat will make you not give a fuck". Kade had smoked Tina before but he never felt like he wanted to fuck a guy, so he told Blayn that he'll take a few hits and see how he feels. As Kade reached across the coffee table to grab the pipe, Alex noticed Kades soft uncut cock had slipped from behind the flaps of the PJ bottoms and now hung heavy and low along with a ball sac that looked like it contained tennis balls between his thighs. Blayn also noticed and signaled for Alex to start working on his Masters cock. Alex hastily swallowed the rapidly stiffening cock, stroking and licking until it stood proud at its full 8". Kade was watching Alex work on Blayns cock as he started blowing thick clouds that filled the small hot room. He was unaware of the fact that his cock was hanging free. He was more interested in Alex's skills as a cocksucker because so far he looks like any other bitch that tries to get away with only sucking on the cock head while she strokes the rest praying for a quick cumshot. Typical, fag pretends to be addicted to big cock but wont even deep.. Kades thought was interrupted when Alex made Blayn's hard cock fully disappear into his throat. He repeated the feat a few more times before keeping his lips at the base of his Master's pulsing shaft, his throat slowly massaging the fat mushroom tucked snugly against his adam's apple. Blayn's moans of ecstacy made Kade a bit jealous. He took another hit and felt it, the black wave of lust and and desire that destroyed inhibitions and turned straight men into bottom whores. Kade's pitch black eyes were focused on Alex and his pussy throat. Kade slowly stroked his dripping, uncut white monster Blayn snapped his fingers and Alex flew to Kades massive member like a good cock slut. It was bigger than Blayn in length and girth but luckily it had a slight downward curve making it easier to swallow balls deep. Alex knew Kade was fully hard and it was time to show him how hung straight men deserve to have their cocks sucked. after three quick bobs of his head to lube Kades hammer, Alex pulled himself down hard using Kade's hips for leverage. Kade's brain had exploded in pleasure. He looked down to make sure the cock sucker was really taking him all the way in and was shocked to see Alex's lips resting in his musky pubic patch. His surprise and pleasure were intensified when we felt the unmistakable sensation of a wet tongue on his sac. Holy fuck! hes got my cock so deep I can feel his heart beating AND hes licking my balls. Looks like Blayn found him the jackpot of cock whores. Blayn enjoyed watching his boy please this greek god but he was ready to leave another load deep in his boys warm cunt. He crept up behind Alex and in one swift motion, rammed his cock all the way into the dripping wet hole making Alex scream around the the massive hetero dick that now occupied his airways. The sudden intense vibration caused Kade to convulse. The sensation through Kade over board and he roughly started fucking Alex's face like it was a hand me down fleshlight. Alex was in heaven, he maintained eye contact with Kade while he forced him to gag and choke on his uncut pussy destroyer. Blayn coated his finger with crystal and replaced his cock with his finger. Alex moaned and the deep burn loosened his hole up and raised the sensitivity of his throbbing prostate and anal lining by 500% . He was squirming now, ready to take anything in his hungry cunt. Blayn knew it was time. " Get on Kade's cock, push it all the way in in one thrust" ordered Blayn. Kade loved this; His massive meat was too much for even a twice used pussy to take without some easing in and out but this slut wants, no, NEEDS his hole to be roughly abused by a straight mans cock that has spent too long taking it easy on a pussy even when you just wanna see a girl walk out of your bed in tears. Alex lined the massive flared out cock head with his throbbing cunt. He lowered himself slowly but was met with the hard thrust of Kades hips and a rough shove downward by Blayn. Alex was bombarded by sensation. The pain and pleasure of having his already loosened hole stretched out so wide and so unexpectedly, the sharp pain of bottoming out on a rock hard cock with the full force of his body weight and the realization that his hole had just had a taste of what it's been craving since his first booty bump. Alex let out a cry of pain and immediately began impaling himself on his straight God's raw cock. His insides were never going to be the same. Alex slammed his wet cunt down with full force over and over again knowing that by this point he had literally been ripped a new one. Alex raised up to the tip of Kades 9" cock and slammed down only this time he unknowingly forced his beat up sore cunt around Blayns cock as well. Alex froze from the pain, unable to move, he took short breaths but Blayn was ready to fuck, so he roughly slid his cock back and forth across the underside of his friends impressive cock and the top wall of Alex's Cunt. Kade also started making small strokes. Alex's hole had finally stretched enough to accomodate both of the mens thick fucksticks. The pleasure and pain was connected. The prostate stimulation, anal stretching and the fact that Alex loved being such a loose whore for these two massively hung straight men caused multiple uncontrollable orgasms over the next 15 mins. Blayn and Kade enjoyed the fireworks and new it was their turn to erupt. Blayn reached out and pinched Kades nipples instantly causing him to unload a massive dose of baby gravy into Alex's cunt. Kade let his dick slip out of the slut upset by the glob of cum that managed to escape the fags hole. Blayn loved the wet feeling Kades Jizz left in this boy's pussy. Alex moaned louder than ever, craving his master's seed. "Breed me sir, Breed me like bitch. Fill my faggot ass with your precious seed!" Hearing his boy beg for his load was just what Blayn needed to shoot stream after stream of his breeder cum into the stretched out cavern that Blayn and Kade created with their cocks. Alex was still riding the wave of pleasure from being DP'd until he found himself back in Blayn's truck. "That was some reward,Blayn!.. I mean.. Master". Blayne back out of the driveway, put the truck in gear and with a chuckle said, "What makes you think that was the reward I had planned?"

Bruce, pictured here, has been after Matt's ass for years. For one reason or another, it never seemed to work out. However, this past weekend, Matt attended a club and happened to run into Bruce. The two began dancing together at the club. Eventually, Bruce went in for it feeling Matt's rock hard cock by shoving his hand in his pants. Matt responded by grabbing Bruce in for a kiss. After a lot of teasing Bruce suggested they leave the club. They didn't make it out of the parking lot before Matt was on Bruce's lap in the backseat of Matt's car. Matt ripped Bruce's pants down and began to suck on his 7" cock. Matt could taste the precum as it flowed down his waiting throat. After a bit of that, Bruce switched positions with Matt and began to suck Matt's 7" cock as well. Matt could feel his orgasm build as Bruce is an expert cocksucker. Matt tried to get Bruce to stop, but he didn't listen, and Matt shot his huge load down Bruce's throat and Bruce, of course, swallowed every drop of it. As the two began making out, Matt could taste his load on Bruce's lips. Matt began to position himself under Bruce, rubbing his ass on Bruce's wet, rock hard cock. Bruce murmured they shouldn't fuck, which confused Matt, considering how he'd heard Bruce talk about wanting his ass for a few years, so Matt persisted by pushing Bruce back into a sitting position and sucking his cock once again. Once he got Bruce's cock nice and wet, Matt leapt onto Bruce's lap and started grinding his hole against Bruce's cockhead. Bruce insisted on a condom, to which Matt laughed and said, simply, "I want your cum in my ass and you want to cum in my ass. That's what we're gonna do." As Bruce protested a bit more, Matt felt Bruce's head slip into his ass. Quickly, but with some difficulty, Matt took all seven inches into his hole. At this point, Bruce's shallow protests stopped, and instead he groaned in pleasure, as did Matt. The two resumed making out as Bruce was now thrusting up into Matt who was riding Bruce's cock like a pro. Eventually, Matt was on his back, legs wrapped around Bruce, begging to get fucked harder. As Bruce pounded Matt's ass, the car windows fogged up. Bruce grunted he was getting close and that he was going to pull out, but Matt responded by wrapping his legs tightly around Bruce, and, with even more enthusiasm, worked his ass up and down on Bruce's cock. Finally, Bruce blurted-out "I can't cum in you. I'm poz!" but Matt kept riding. Again Bruce reiterated "I'm poz, Matt! You don't want me to cum in you!" but Matt grabbed Bruce, kissed him and said, "Do you see me stopping? Shoot your hot poz cum in my ass!" Bruce, still struggling with the decision, tried once more but finally succumbed. Bruce said he was about to shoot and Matt said to "Give me that poz cum! Fill my slutty ass with it!" And with that instruction, Bruce buried his cock balls deep and shot his poz cum deep inside of Matt's ass. Matt kept working Bruce's cock to work the poz load deeper in his gut. Bruce looked at Matt, shocked and couldn't believe Matt not only took it, but wanted it. After thinking about it, Bruce smiled and asked Matt if he wanted some more....

Most people thought of Drew as one of two things: shy or nerdy. With a slighter build, and eye glasses that were just a tad too thick for his face, he often went unnoticed to most people. Take off the glasses and the Walmart clothes, and a heart-stopping twink appears with big brown eyes. Underneath the shy exterior, there was a young man full of lust, curiosity and dark fantasies. He couldn't dare find a way to express his wants to guys he met in real life. The Internet sites he visited provided him with the right combination of opportunity and anonymity for him to be bolder .. and more daring. Last night, his online chatting brought out one of Drew's darkest fantasies. For reasons he could never understand, he always found himself drawn to the online stories of bug chasing and conversions. Nothing made his dick harder than the story of unexpected stealth breeding. He had all of the bareback story sites bookmarked and indulged them on a regular basis. He was well-versed in the "lingo" and felt it was time to put his working knowledge of this forbidden world into practice. Drew didn't really want to get pozzed, he decided. He loved the "fantasy" of the idea. So, when he got the nerve to engage in some sexy talk with a poz guy on Adam4Adam, he didn't fully expect where it would take him. drewtrek22: hey that's a hot screenname. top9inyou: yeah? you want it? drewtrek22: whoah! not so fast, man. Just like your pics. It says ur poz. And anything goes? Maybe that's not such a good idea? top9inyou: if it's not your thing, then peace out man. drewtrek22: just saying i wouldn't let a big poz dick up my ass. even though your're hott. topin9you: okay Drew waited. He needed to keep the conversation going. He was too curious and excited now. drewtrek22: i bet you want to poz my hole don't ya? shoot your charged load up my ass? admit it. top9inyou: only if you wanted that. drewtrek22: like i would want poz cum up my ass? no thanks! you're hot, but I'm not taking your poz babies. thanks. top9inyou: well if you change your mind, you found me first. so you know where to find me again. drewtrek22: i just don't want you to stealth fuck me and turn me into a little poz cumslut top9inyou: oh? well then, don't let poz guys up your ass. you never know what you'll get. drewtrek22: yeah, i bet you want to stealth breed me. your profile says "anything goes." i bet that means you like to seduce a guy and make him beg for your cum, right? top9innyou: i never had to make anyone beg for my cum. everyone that takes my cock wants my cum. it's cool if that's not your thing. drewtrek22: nobody ever said stop?! top9inyou: everybody always says "more." drewtrek22: not me. don't get any ideas with that big dick of yours. Drew's dick was so hard it strained the buttons fastening his jeans. The anticipation of that big hot dick entering a forbidden place - it was too enticing an idea to stop thinking about; so he pressed on with the conversation. drewtrek22: well, like i said, you're hott. and your dick looks amazing. but i wouldn't beg for poz cum. top9inyou: so you say now drewtrek22: i mean it. i might suck your big cock and let you rub my ass with your thick cock; but no pozzing my hole!!! top9inyou: if you don't want it, you won't get it. Another long pause. Drew had to continue. drewtrek22: i gotta say it's hot thinking about a hot guy with a big dick pushing my boundaries, though. top9inyou: what kind of boundaries? drewtrek22: ya know .. barebacking with a poz guy. top9inyou: oh that turns you on, huh? drewtrek22: yeah. kinda. i'm not saying you can fuck my ass with your hot poz cock though. Drew reflected on that last message he sent. That was when he tipped his hand, he realized. top9inyou: oh you think my poz cock is hot eh? drewtrek22: i'm just saying your hot, that's all. do u ever pull out? top9inyou: nope drewtrek22: think you can make an exception for me? top9inyou: if my dick goes inside you, it's not coming out until i unload inside you. It was that statement that Drew couldn't let escape his mind. So, it was no surprise that just a couple of hours after talking with Evan (aka "top9inyou"), Drew found himself in a "vulernable" position. Drew was laying on his side with Evan beside him as well. Evan was reaching around Drew and slowly pulling on Drew's small but rock-hard shaft. All the while, Evan slowly rocked his pelvis into Drew. Evan had boxers on and Drew was in his briefs. It took an hour of akward chit chat before Evan finally persuade Drew to "cuddle" in his bed. The large bulge being rubbed into Drew's bottom was driving him crazy. Evan knew he could take things at least a bit further; and pulled down his boxers and then pressed his large eager member into Drew's briefs, aiming for his hole. "Mmmm .." Drew leaked out. "I bet you want to put your big poz dick in my ass now, don't you?" Evan turned the question around, "are you wanting my big poz dock in you now?" Drew's only response was another "mmmmm ..." as he couldn't bring himself to say yes, despite wanting to feel the shaft nudging into his pleasure spot. Moments later, the line had been crossed. Drew was trying to catch his breath. His ass felt like it was on fire, being pinched, pulled and stretched in impossible ways while Evan slowly pressed his now spit-drenched thick dick into Drew's hot hole. "That's it .. take my dick," Evan said softly as he pressed in deeper, and kissed Drew softly on his neck. All Drew could think about at the moment was the pain his ass was feeling. He had forgotten that moments before he was anxious over the dick making its way toward's his hole. "You like that big poz cock in you now?" Evan poked Drew was now second guessing himself. The pain was so intense, "I don't know .. maybe we should stop. It hurts..." Evan did not let up, though. He continued to use the ass he was initially offered. He was feeling stupid now. Drew thought a dick like this big would feel great; and he's letting a poz guy up his ass. It doesn't feel good at all, and now he's gonna get hiv, Drew was realizing. "There's a poz dick in my ass, " Drew thought to himself, "he's trying to fuck hiv up my ass." And somehow logic escaped him. The thought of a big poz dick inside him triggered the release of that pent-up desire he had tried so hard to supress. A moment later, the punishment of Drew's ass was quickly turning into a rampage of pleasure. The painful jabs quickly turned into exciting thrusts of ecstacy. Drew never had such a full wonderful feeling deep inside him. His tiny hard dick sprung up involuntarily with each jab he welcomed. Drew's ambivalence quickly turned to demand. "Yes! Fuck me with your big poz cock!!!" Drew implored. The combination of a poz cock, coupled with the biggest dick he ever had inside him won him over. "I knew you'd want more," Evan reminded Drew. "Yes! More!" Drew vaguely remembered denying the notion before. "I'm gonna poz your little ass," Evan informed his new twink lover; and continued to hammer into Drew's now-stretched, full and wanting hole. "Oh fuck!" Drew said as he took short intense heaving breaths, "yeah, poz me up!" The only thing keeping Drew from cumming instantly was a small bit of doubt buried deep in the back of his head telling him that this might be a mistake. He ignored the thought as best he could; and somehow that thought reinforced the arousal he was feeling. Evan embraced Drew even more tightly, and then asked, "are you ready to take it all?" Drew couldn't imagine his ass any fuller or the cock even deeper. He was almost afraid to answer, but wanted to feel it all, "Yes give it to me!!!" With little effort, Evan rolled Drew onto his stomach, while keeping part of his large cock still inside him. Drew instinctively bucked back and felt Evan pry deeper. Drew's eyes widened. He felt a combination of pleasure and pain he never expected. "holy shit .. Yeah! DRILL ME!" Drew muttered. The only response from Evan was re-doubled effort of ass pounding. Drew coughed unexpectedly. Maybe it was pressure on his balls that forced the cough out. It didn't matter. A huge cock was pounding his hole about to unload poz cum inside him. "This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it?" Evan pryed. "FUCK YES!" FUCK YES!" Drew exclaimed even though half his face was buried into a pillow. A deep strange pain emerged with each thrust. Oddly, the strangeness of this unfelt sensation only turned Drew on even more, if that was even possible. Words failed Drew and primal howls were the only sounds piercing the air as Evan drove his cock relentlessly in and out of the tight hot hole beneath him. Drew was about to explode. The assault of pleasure and pain. The stretching of his ass; the big poz cock invading him. It was all too much to handle. Evan seemed to sense the orgasm building and coaxed his new lust, "Ready for my load?" It took a few moments for Evan to respond. He was lost in the moment of pure bliss as he tried to refrain from blowing his own load, "oh God yes!!! Cum in my ass! PLEASE!" and then Drew remembered it would be his first known poz load and he surrendered to the moment and remembered to add "give me your charged load! POZ MY ASS!!!" With those last words, Drew felt his ass lock around the big cock inside him. He felt a sudden surge of wetness deeper than he ever felt which triggered the release of his built up load as well. He could feel Evan's cock continue to pump what seemed an impossibly large load; and somehow Drew's orgasm seemed to last in duration. He never shot so much cum out of his own dick as he felt his hole now slick and wet as Evan unloaded. "Don't pull out," Drew pleaded. Despite his orgasm, he still felt an insatiable desire to have the big dick kept withim him. Evan obliged. It was the best fuck of his life, Drew decided. And even in the immediate moments to follow, he wanted more. The next afternoon, Drew logged on hoping to find Evan online. He was disappointed to not find a green dot next to the name in his inbox, but opened the new message. After reading the message, Drew found himself instantly hard again. It read simply "I knew you wanted my hot poz cock."

Time to ram it home. After several repeated sessions of coating Ram's chest, abs and even neck with my raw unmedicated poz cum, it was again time push his limits. When he asked to come over the workout, I told him I already had. The next day he asked again and this time I told him I was busy and would have to skip out. After a third rejection, he was getting antsy and asked "Did I do something wrong?" "Why would you think that?" "You haven't worked out with me for a while." "Rambo, it's been three days. Hardly 'a while'. "Yeah, you're right, I'm ...I'm just checking." "No, you're just horny for my dick, aren't you?" "Yeah, well, I can't lie. It's definitely fun." "You like me covering you in poz cum, right?" "It's fucking hot, man. You and your cock are amazing." "Come over tonight." "I can't. Joseph is here." "Make an excuse. I've been dying to lick that pretty ass of yours." "Fuck, okay. I'll be there." The cheating mode was already in him: the need to go even further. Tonight was going to be the night I had my way with him - completely. The hours rolled around, and 1:00 AM arrived faster than I expected - and as it did, Ram appeared at my door, clearly nervous. "How'd you get out?" "I waited till he fell asleep. He's kinda a heavy sleeper," he replied, adding "but I probably can't stay long." "Then what are your pants still doing on?" I asked as I pulled him into my arms, pushing my tongue behind his lips. He let out an almost girlish moan. I grabbed the small of his back and with my free hand explored his pants, only to discover Ram wasn't wearing underwear. His determination to cheat made me instantly hard so I kissed him harder, practically tongue-fucking his throat. He continued to moan while my mouth covered his and he dropped his pants and kicked them away. My finger sought-out his lightly fuzzed crack and rubbed his tight stud hole. "You want daddy to eat this hole boy?" I asked finally coming up for air. "Fuck yeah" he replied, mesmerized by the prospects. "Fuck yes daddy." I repeated "Fuck yes daddy" he said twice more while I growled and rewarded him with another deep kiss and he moaned into my mouth. "Get on the fucking couch boy and show Daddy your stud hole." He practically jumped on the couch on his knees wrapping his arms on the head rest and pushing his ass back. I took a moment to enjoy the view Then I dove in, grabbing each of his tight stud ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal that lightly furry hole. I ran my tongue from bottom to top around and repeat. "OHHHHHHFUUUUUCKKK," Ram moaned. I licked then sucked then chewed then licked again in rhythm, over and over, playing Ram like the instrument he was, using his moans and whimpers and words to create a masterpiece of sound that was his slow descend into betrayal - and soon after every inch of my deathly poz cock. I continued to suck chew and lick and slowly pull back on his hips until finally I was carrying him by his hips tongue fucking his tight hole, still so tight from lack of use, (stupid Joseph for not paying more attention to the fuckhole), leaving Ram face to face with my swinging dick while he did a handstand on the couch. Then I felt it: his warm mouth wrapped itself around the head of my dripping poz cock. He moaned as he sucked on the dirty precum, even knowing full well the danger, knowing full well that he was betraying the boy he loved. Not, of course, knowing my viral load was much higher than it would generally be after a two week lapse in meds. We 69'd for a few more minutes until I let him down and escorted him to the bed room. He jumped on all fours on the bed as I fed him my dripping cock, watching him choke until I pressed a small bottle of poppers under his nose and ordered him to sniff. I could feet the high run through his body as the warm of this mouth increased and he slobbered ever so much more. I let my hands run over his back, and slid a single finger into his wet hole. Slowly but steadily his hole opened, up, so I pressed him to take a few more hits of poppers, and sure enough his hole was then able to accommodate not one, but three fingers fucking his hole Pulling him up from his knees I embraced him and kissed him roughly. Then I rolled him on his back while biting his chest abs shoulders nipples all the while spitting on my rock hard nine incher, rubbing it on Ram's hole, murmuring "I want you so bad, Rambo." "I want you too." "I want to fuck you so good." "Fuck...." "I want to make you moan." "Yeah...." "I want to feel you cum with my dick all inside you." "Fuck, Daddy." "Fuck yeah. Daddy wants to fuck his boy." "Fuck, Daddy." "You want Daddy to fuck you, boy?" "Fuck, yeah, " he replied, his eyes locked on mine, even as he knew his next decision would be a milestone. I kissed him hard and deep, and urged him "Let Daddy fuck his boy good." "Fuck yes, Daddy." "Say it." "Fuck me, Daddy." "Say it, boy!" "FUCK ME DADDY!" I rubbed my hard precum covered cock over his hole and started to apply pressure. Ram went rigid and I bit him and licked his neck and body rubbing his back while my slimy death stick pressed in on him. He squirmed and growled and exclaimed in pain, but I continued applying pressure, and finally my cock head popped into his hole. His entire body arched and spasmed, but I held tight, sliding in inch by inch, diving ever deeper into his body. Ram looked up, his eyes and mouth wide open, staring at me, staring at the ceiling, willing me to tear into him. He tried to yell, but could only manage a high pitched grunt, and then his head would fly back and then he began shaking from side to side. Thrashing slightly until finally my balls rested on the curve of his ass, my full poz filled cock buried in him. He looked at me, pulled me close and kissed me and I returned the kiss with equal ardor. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out boy." "Yes, Daddy." "I'm gonna give you the fuck of your life," I stated as I flexed my cock inside his body, enjoying the sight of his his eyes widen and head shake Again he grunted "Fuck me, Daddy!" "This is poz dick inside you, Rambo." "Fuck!!!!" He ran his fingers over my back, striving to pull me in even deeper. I leaned close to his face and reminded him "I'm full of poz cum Rambo" "Fuck I know, I know I know." "You like me to fill you with my poz load?" "Fuck yes...fuck yes, Dadddddddyyy." "Daddy wants to fill your ass full of poz cum tonight," I again reminded him as I pushed forward and began slowly and softly pumping his hole. "Fuck Daddy." He was staring back at me looking at me and holding me. "You gonna let Daddy fill your hole up?" "Fuck me, yes, Daddy." "You gonna let Daddy fuck you full of poz cum?" At this point I began the rhythm that would lead to my orgasm. "Yes, Daddy fuck yes fuck yes fuck yessssuhhhhh." "You love poz Daddy fucking you, don't you?" "Yessssssssssssssssssss." "Say it." "I love poz Daddy fucking me." "I...Love....It...Fuck...Me...Uh....Fu...ck...Me...Fu...uh..ck...Meh.....Fu...ck. Meeeeeeeee...." I began to pile-drive his ass. It opened up quite nicely, which enabled me to fuck ever deeper, ever harder, especially as his juices (and my pre-cum) rendered his hole wetter and sloppier opening and opening to accept the full length and girth of my cock. "Joseph never fucks you this way, right?" He looked at me, suddenly remembering the man he had until now blocked. So I repeated myself, determined to drive home the message: "Joseph never fucks you like Daddy, does he?" "No." "So, you like Daddy's dick more than Joseph's dick, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Say it, boy." "I love Daddy's dick more! I love your daddy dick more. Dadddddyyyyyfuck I love your dick more." "You're a cheating little cum whore, Rambo." "Yes I am "Your hole is for poz cum," I declared as I reached-over, grabbed his cell phone and positioned it right over him so I could record my raw dick sliding in and out of his hole, revealing the red and white a pink of his freshly fucked up hole as well as his writhing body and expressive face as he moaned in delight as I fucked him. Having him fully in my control, I demanded he "Say it for the camera, Rambo." "I'm a cheating whore. I love poz cock." "Joseph never fucks you like this." "Noone ever fucks me like this." "You love it, don't you, cumslut." "Yes, I fuckin' love it, Daddy!" "I'm gonna cum Rambo. I'm gonna cum in your hole." "Please, cum in me, Daddy!" I placed the camera right in front of both of us to see both our faces leaning in kissing as i shot cum string after cum string into him. He moaned and groaned as the fucking continued. I stayed rock hard holding his hands so he couldn't jack off fucking his cum filled hole. I flipped him to his back, I fucked him against the wall, I fucked him with him laying on top of me. Finally I fucked him again, this time his legs in the air. His eyes were so far in the back of his head he was nearly foaming at the mouth. For good measure I spat on him a few times, even as I withdrew my dirty cock, wiping myself on his lips and face. When we finally stopped I had blown three loads in his hole and I could fit four fingers in with virtually no resistance. He slept for a good five hours. When he woke up we briefly made out, and then he hobbled back to his car. His phone had died from the recording but we both knew Joseph would be losing his mind. He left while still trying to come up with a viable excuse to give to Joseph, but I was already working on the second phase of my effort: Joseph. God knows hes gonna need some TLC.

Part 2 "What the fuck just happened", Blayn thought as he looked down at Alex still panting on the ground. "And what did I mean by plans? I think I need another hit". Blayn raised the bluish clear pipe to his lips, inhaled the smoke and blew a thick white cloud that disappeared into the country air. Suddenly He knew exactly what "plans" meant. He felt the darkness wash over him, welcomed it. He was a man, more of a man than the faggot brushing dirt of his knees. "Gay, straight, bi. Those words mean nothing anymore. Its about my right and power as the alpha to take what i want and right now all I want is to use Alex until I'm fully satisfied. I've never had any chick deep throat me like he did, all the way to the base and then that amazing feeling of having his throat massage my meat. I know he'll let me use and control him. Hell, he didn't even try to push back on my hips and i know I was hitting the back of his pussy hard, especially when I shot my load. Ya that faggot's mine" Blayn had made up his mind. He's going to keep his fuck toy and himself high until he's fully satisfied. "come clean my cock off" Blayn barked. Alex rushed over and hit his knees again just happy to have a part of his new God inside him again. The familiar taste of his masters cock mixed with the taste of his own fuck hole and masters spit made Alex's dick so hard it hurt. "Get in, we're leaving" said Blayn. "I love just telling him what to do. I mean he's my best friend and I still care about him, but he knows what our new dynamic for the night is. He exists to serve his straight master." The ride back to Blayn's house was quick. Blayn made sure Alex was keeping himself properly Spun, although he knew the smoke wasn't necessary. Alex is a natural born cocksucker. They need to be used. In between his hits of the pipe, Blayn noticed Alex was completely focused on his phone, typing, scrolling, reading. "He's probably just tweakin already" When they arrived at Blayn's house Alex noticed that his roommate was home. Blayn noticed his cocksucker looked worried. "Don't worry. You're gonna suck my cock in the garage. You better hope you don't wake Brad up if I decide to fuck you again" Blayn took a hit and felt the wave once again, but his mind frame didn't feel as altered as it had before. The darkness is growing inside him. He liked it. Suddenly he grabbed Alex by his shirt collar and slammed him against his grille guard. The scared and excited look on Alex's face turned his cock into granite. He pressed into Alex to tease him with his cock. His eyes pleaded Blayn to give him permission to suck or even just to touch it, but Blayn instead launched a big glob of spit at Alex once again. It covered his face, Blayn smiled wickedly as he watched Alex desperately trying to gather every bit of his saliva so that he could swallow it. Blayn leaned in and to both of their surprise, licked a spot Alex had missed and presented it to Alex's tongue with his own. Alex slowly extended his tongue and met the bottom of the string of saliva hanging from his masters tongue. The eye contact was too intense and their lips crashed together as if pulled together by a magnetic force. Blayn felt oddly turned on by the impromptu kiss which caused his newfound darkside to take over.The passionate kiss turn into a wet, sloppy fight with Alex's mouth and tongue. Blayn new his cocksucker loved it, but more importantly, his cock was so hard that his jeans were causing him pain. They hurried into the garage where Blayn quickly dropped his pants and Alex (almost as quickly) dropped to his knees. Blayn was in complete control of Alex's head. Alex knew that all he had to do was keep his mouth open for master to fuck. Blayn felt the back of Alex's throat with his cock head with each thrust he made. the sensation was amazing but he knew it could be even better. "Get up and lay on that couch" ordered Blayn. Put your back flat on the cushion, legs up the back of the couch and your head hanging off the edge". Alex knew what was coming. His throat was about to get fucked like a pussy. He ran to his position on the couch and waited for master to make his way over, mouth opened wide eagerly awaiting the 8 beautiful inches that were now the only reason for Alex's existence. Blayn slowly walked over and knelt down so his cock was just above Alex's desperate tongue. His pathetic whimpers made Blayn smirk. Blayn bounced his long cock off Alex's face who could barely manage a small lick before it it was out of his reach. "You love this dick dont you? You just want to feel it, pleasure it. pleasure ME. You're just a hole that my cock uses to milk out my Alpha loads right pig?" Alex nodded furiously, begging for cock with his eyes. " Then I'm gonna use your mouth like a pussy until I empty these big nuts down your throat... got it?" Alex could hardly contain himself when Master shoved his cock balls deep into his warm wet pussy throat. "OH FUCK" moaned Blayn "Your throat feels just like a tight pussy." Alex loved hearing his master moan and appreciate his throat. It didnt take Blayn long to start fucking Alex's throat with the same intensity and brutality he used to fuck Alex's ass. Thick spit ran down Alex's face, he barely had enough oxygen to remain conscious, yet his hands moved to his Master's ass, making his thrusts faster and deeper. Blayn looked down and noticed that he could see the outline of his cock in his slut's throat. He stared, mesmerized by the widening and narrowing of his suck slaves throat and the slut's willingness to take it so brutally for so long and still want more. Blayn moaned as his big balls slid up and down Alex's saliva covered face with each deep stroke he made, the soft gagging and gurgling sounds emanating from between his thighs and sight of Blayns own cock outlined in his pigs throat was too much to bear. Blayn grabbed Alex's cock and balls and with a loud grunt he emptied his Alpha seed into his cocksuckers throat. He pushed his hips forward , making sure that every drop of his seed was deposited directly into his slut's stomach. He pulled out and watched as Alex gasped and coughed. He ordered Alex not to move and quickly snapped a picture with his phone. He knew that seeing Alex in that state, eyes bloodshot, face glistening with saliva and a look of pure ecstacy, was something he never wanted to forget. "Fuck Blayn! you really are using the fuck out of me! thank you sir, I'm so lucky that you find me worthy of servicing your beautiful cock". Blayn was drunk on power and still flying high with Tina. His inhibitions were slipping away but before he could let himself get lost in the smoke and sex, he wanted to stop by a friends house with his new cock servant.

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Hey guys, I've been travelling a lot lately and haven't gotten around to the next installment. This next one happened while I was travelling for work again. ​ Mount Everest​ I was travelling to a state capitol for a meeting with a state senator and some staff about an issue for a client. Basically, I was coming along for the "explanation" of the bill and why it was necessary. The client and his lobbyist were there for the relationship and to schmooze. I know very little about politics and such, so I didn't really know what all to expect. I flew in with my client and we met the lobbyist - are all lobbyists hot? He was gorgeous - blonde, late 30s, hot body, chiseled looks. No wonder these guys get what they want. They're gorgeous! Anyway, we got to this meeting and it was two staff, the state senator, me, lobbyist(Eric), and my client. The meeting was going fine until they needed to get into the real details of the legislation. We'd already talked background, committee, sponsorship, votes, etc. I was not really engaged during this part of the meeting. Instead, I was looking at the short, thin, cute 20-something staffer named Matt. He was sexy and definitely sporting a hot tight little body under that suit. He was the committee staffer, i.e. the guy who is going to help me write the bill. We get to the details of the bill and the senator breaks out the booze and says, "Matt is great. He knows what I'll do and what I won't with language and content. We should leave them lawyers to their work." He winked at Matt, grabbed a bottle of booze from his desk, poured 6 glasses, and we all had a shot. After that, Matt and I left to go to his office to work while the other guys drank. Matt's office was small, but it had room for a small couch, his desk, a chair and some very messy shelves. Degrees on the wall, corkboard with crap all over it. Imagine that this is the guy that does everything and then you realize why everyone the public sees has such a nice, tidy office. We chatted some about the meeting and then got to work on my draft language. It was a decent sized re-write of a section of law and the first draft was a lot of back and forth over language needs and policy changes. We also joked around some and he took off his jacket and tie and so did I. Every once in a while I'd have to take a call or he would. During one of these times, I stepped out of the office so he could have some privacy. I opened Grindr to see if anyone cute was around. I saw a chest pic of a really thin, wiry, fit body like right next to me. He wasn't on at the moment, but I guessed that it had to be Matt. When Matt and I were working again I was leaning over him at one point and one of the pieces of language made me chuckle. You know, an involuntary chuckle, like when someone says "boob" and you just chuckle. He looked at me and smiled and he chuckled at me. I looked back at him and we held the look for just that second too long and I asked if he was gay. He said yes. I said me too. We smiled and got back to work. It was about 6pm, we got to draft two and this is when we start to really pick at the language choices because policy had already been decided in draft one. Now, it's the real devil in the details - like using "or" or "and". We had a few back and forths and I could tell he was really smart, which turned me on even more. He typed up some language and printed it off, ran out to the printer and came back and when he handed it too me I told him I thought he was really sexy. He looked at me and said, so are you. He turned and closed the door. I stood up and kissed this really sexy smart guy. It was instant chemistry. We were making out hard and clothes were coming off. I was in briefs and he was in boxers. I felt something huge pressed against me and I remember thinking, is that his belt and zipper (duh!). Hands all over each other and he finally groped my cock. I grabbed for his too. I gasped. His cock was huge. It was beer can thick, easily, and it had to be 11" and cut. He smiled and said "like it?" I said "Oh my God. It's the biggest dick I ever felt." It looked like another leg on him. I sat back down on the couch and slid his boxers off. His cock was pointing right at my face. I looked at him and grabbed his cock and started to lick it. It was huge. I remember thinking that I was never going to be able to give him good head, but I was going to try. I started to suck the head and I got about 8" in my throat/mouth before I would totally gag. I couldn't go farther. We tried a few times to deep throat. I was determined. But, he was still moaning as I was sucking his cock. He said I was doing good. He had me stand up and pulled off my briefs. He got on his knees and started sucking my cock. Fuck he was great at giving head. I was moaning and had to put my hand on the couch arm to steady myself. I said I was close and he pulled off. He asked if I wanted to fuck. I looked at him and he said, "I can fuck you or you can fuck me." I said, let's try to have you fuck me. He said ok and grabbed a magnum condom out of his messenger bag, He sat on the couch and started rolling it on. He didn't have lube with him though. This was going to hurt. Just the lube on the condom. Ok, let's try it. I sat down facing away from him and he and I tried putting his cock inside me. At first it wouldn't go at all and then my hole opened up some and he slid in some. I almost cried. I could feel him ripping me. I kept trying. We both did. After 5-10 agonizing minutes, we gave up. I was so disappointed. He said, "Don't worry, this happens." He kissed me and asked if I wanted to fuck him instead. I said I didn't have a condom and he only had magnums with him because guys usually don't have them. So instead we gave each other head until we came. He pulled off and I came on his chest, but I grabbed his ass and swallowed his load. He made out after that and he said it was so hot watching me choke on his cock and cum. We decided to finish the legislation the next day or by email. We knew the client, lobbyist and senator were still drinking or out to dinner/drinks. Instead of joining them, Matt asked me to dinner. We went out and had a nice time. He was really smart and sexy and geeky cute with a lot of indie style. I was all about him. We had a few drinks at dinner and while I wasn't drunk, I was buzzed for sure. He took me around the corner to check in to my hotel and I asked if he wanted another drink. He said sure. He said, I'll meet you in the bar. Apparently, no minibar. I took my stuff upstairs and cleaned up a bit. I was back downstairs in less than 10. He was chatting with other staff/'lobbyists/etc at the bar. Since we were like 4 blocks from the State Capitol building this made a ton of sense. He introduced me to a few people and we sat at a table. We had a good time talking with them, but after a while I grabbed his hand under the table. We held hands and chatted with his friends for another drink. I leaned over and asked him to come upstairs. He smiled at me and we excused ourselves. I said I was tired. Matt said he was going home. They may have believed us. Instead we almost ran to the elevator and went to my room. He was so sexy. I wanted him so bad. We got in the room and our clothes were off and his cock was in my mouth within a minute. I was going to town on his cock after a few minutes and trying hard to get it all the way down my throat. He was moaning and really into it. He wrapped his skinny legs around my shoulders and I licked his balls and ate his ass. His ass was somewhat hairy, but not much and he was so sexy. I buried my tongue in him and tongue fucked him for a while before I went back to his cock. He said, "Get on the bed." I did and he started sucking my cock and feeling my body. He was all over me. Kissing me, nipples, sucking me, rubbing his fingers on my asshole. He asked if I wanted to get my ass eaten. I said yes. He flipped me over and I looked back as he slapped his massive cock on my hole, slide his cock down my crack, and then his body down me until his tongue was at my hole. He started licking and pushing this tongue in me. He would really get me wet and leaking and then he would stop, kiss my ass cheeks, come up my body kiss me, slap his cock on my hole and then slide his cock back along my ass crack and wouldn't stop until his tongue was inside my hole again. He must've done this for 30 minutes. I was leaking pre-cum all over the place. The next time he came up to kiss me and his massive cock was resting in my ass crack, I asked if he wanted to fuck me again. He said, "Fuck yes I do." He turned around and it's now that we realize that he left his messenger bag at the office. He swore and asked if I had any condoms. I said no. I said I was just coming to town for the night I didn't think to bring condoms and lube. I went to the bathroom and said, "W have lotion and I have poppers in my toiletry bag." We laughed that I had poppers, but no condoms and lube. I was embarrassed and blushed. He said, let's just go back to doing what we were doing. I laid on the bed again and looked back at him and his amazing cock and said, "I really want you to fuck me." He said, "I really want to fuck you." I said, "You can if you want.' I spread my legs some, He looked at my ass and said, "We shouldn't." I said, "I know. It's dangerous and you'll probably tear me up but I really want it." He asked if I was negative and about my last tests while he was still standing there, but now rubbing my ass and thighs. I said yes and asked him and he answered the same. I was so turned on and I said, "Please I want to feel what's it's like to have your big cock inside me." He said, "I want to fuck your hot ass so bad." I got up, went to the bathroom, grabbed the hotel lotion, came back to the bed, handed him the lotion and said, "It's your decision." He got between my legs and ate my ass some more. He opened the lotion and lubed my ass and fingered some lube into me. Now the entire room smelled of lotion. He put his cockhead on my hole and pushed. He popped inside me. I grunted and took it. It hurt, but not as much as earlier. I grabbed his hand and said, "Wait." He did and when my hand relaxed on his he pushed some more. We got so where he'd stop pushing when I'd grab his hand tightly. He'd push again when I relaxed my hand. He got about half his cock inside me this way and he started to pull back and made small fucking motions. Even half his cock in me was bigger than anything I'd ever felt. I was so struck by the feeling of openness in my ass that my cock went limp. It was intense. He started to pick up some speed and motion and was sliding in and out of me more. I started to hear moaning and realized that it was me. I was liking the fuck. I was feeling his massive cock in me. After a few minutes, he was really fucking me and I was totally into it. I was pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was awesome. Then he leaned up to kiss me and I was flat on the bed with his cock inside me. I realized as we made out that his balls were touching my ass. He was all the way inside me. I had all of his massive cock in my ass. I moaned into his kiss and pushed back. I said, "All of your cock is inside me. You feel amazing. Fuck me." And fuck me he did. He fucked me senseless. He was hitting something inside me I didn't even know was there. I was in heaven. My cock was hard again. He flipped me over and stood up by the bed and started fucking me on my back. He was really giving it to me. I was jerking off and he was looking at me with such intensity. He said, "I'm close." I said, "Do it. Cum in my ass." He smiled and in a few more thrusts he was groaning loudly and blowing his load in my ass. When he was done cumming, he bent over and kissed me and I was jerking off and I came on his chest and mine. It was incredible sex. We fucked two more times that night and once in the morning. I rode his dick and he fucked me bent over a chair. He fucked me bent over the bathroom counter. We just fucked. There was no more mention of condoms and he came in my ass every time. I blew my loads mostly on my chest or the floor. He swallowed the last one. After sex in the morning he said how much he liked me. I told him how great and sexy he was. We promised to stay in touch and we had to because of the legislation anyway. Today, we still live in different cities but we are good friends. Matt and I visit each other about once a year since the legislation. He never asks if he should use a condom and he always cums inside my ass. It is an awesome cock. When I talk about it with my friends about his cock, I call him "Mount Everest."

Again not mine I just altered it to fit breeding zones rules THE BUILDER - by pedro976 - This story is a work of fiction. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present area. By continuing, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. - - - - 1 - - - - Krzysztof's spunk splashed across Tom's open mouth, coating his lips and tongue in thick creamy cum. "FUCK YEAH" grunted the massive muscle hunk as he stroked out the last few drops into his little boy's mouth. Tom was lying on his bed staring up wide eyed at the builder who was straddling him, his massive legs were either side of the eighteen year olds head. Moments before the thick meaty thighs now framing his face had been pounding Tom for the second time that night. His arse was still raw and open from the merciless fucking. Once the effect of the cocaine wore away Tom was pretty sure he was going to be barely able to walk. At that moment though he didn't care. He was still experiencing the effects of the drugs and he was completely in awe of the man God who had opened up a whole new world of pleasure to him. Krzysztof looked down at him and smiled. "Good little baby?" he asked, wiping his slippery cum covered cock against the teenagers plump lips. "God, yeah, it was good" replied Tom breathlessly. Krzysztof raised an eyebrow and Tom realised immediately that he had forgotten to refer to Krzysztof in the way he preferred. "It was good Daddy" he corrected himself. Krzysztof laughed "You learn baby" and then climbing off Tom and standing up he said "I shower" and with that he walked out of the bedroom. Tom watched the massive Eastern European builder's broad muscular back and powerful arse as he left. He breathed a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling. "Wow" he muttered to himself, but what now? He was completely wired on the cocaine and was not tired at all. He heard the sound of the shower from the bathroom. After a short time Krzysztof returned and pulled on his jeans and vest. "Are you going?" asked Tom disappointedly. "Yes" replied Krzysztof and saw the dejected look on Tom's face. "You come" said Krzysztof. "Oh" said Tom, a smile replacing the frown "Where to?" "You see" came the builder's mysterious reply. - - - - 2 - - - - Tom had showered himself then the big man had led him to his van and they had driven away from his house and into town. Tom's enquiries about where they were going were met with silence and so instead the two of them had made small talk about other stuff. The drugs were wearing off a little bit though and Tom began to worry a bit about what he was getting himself into. Soon enough Krzysztof parked the van next to a row of garages and turned off the engine. "We here" he said, picking up his bag and opening the driver's door. Tom got out the passenger side and walked around. They had arrived at a small block of flats. The building was well lit and looked pretty modern. Still, Tom could not help but feel more than a little apprehensive about what he was walking into. Then again it was night time, he was not too sure what part of town they were in and he had no means of getting home. Following Krzysztof who had begun to walk into the building was his only option. The huge man turned around to look at him as he caught up and must have noted the apprehension on his face. "Don't worry little baby" he said "I sort you out in flat, make feel happy again" and he gave Tom a reassuring smile. Tom assumed he meant more cocaine. It is ok he told himself. He had only sniffed a small amount. The tiny line in the bathroom and the two lines in the bedroom. That was not so much he reasoned. Even if he did a little bit more he would be back home tomorrow and there was plenty of recovery time before his mother returned from her business trip. Krzysztof rung a flat number and the security door buzzed open. The two of them went in and took the lift. "My friend, he has, what do you call it, top floor flat" Krzysztof tried to explain. "Oh" Tom realised what he was saying "You mean the penthouse flat?" "Yeah" smiled Krzysztof "The penthouse" and the way he pronounced the word made Tom laugh. "Hey, no laugh at accent" Krzysztof complained and he took Tom's head in the iron grip of his massive hands, leant down and kissed the teenager forcefully. Tom responded in kind and felt himself getting instantly aroused. Before he could do anything else the lift pinged and the doors opened. Krzysztof pulled away "Come" he beckoned and the two of them left the lift and walked into the corridor. It was obvious to Tom from the single door that the flat they were going to was the only one on this floor. Krzysztof didn't knock the door because it had already been unlocked. Tom could hear that dance music was playing inside. Pushing the door open the two of them walked into the flat. Tom had to admire his surroundings. The entrance led straight into the main living area which was modernly furnished to a high finish. There were two large leather sofas either side of the room. In the middle was a huge matching leather table that was the size of a double bed and Tom assumed could be used to sit on as well as keep magazines and stuff. Double doors led out onto a wooden decked balcony that looked out over town. It was lit up with night lights and the doors were slightly open to allow the breeze in. It was a bit much to take in, especially the massive flat screen television on the wall which was playing a porn movie involving a huge gay orgy. "Hey Krzysztof" shouted a voice and a guy walked in from a room that Tom assumed was the bedroom. He was a little shorter than Krzysztof but was still over six feet. It was what he was wearing that caught Tom's attention first. He had a leather cross belt strapped tight across his defined hairy pecs. On his wrist he wore a leather gauntlet and then a pair of tight leather trousers. That was it. Tom raised his eyebrows. He had seen guys wearing leather on the various porn sites he visited but he had never really thought it was something that would turn him on. It did now though, his cock stiffened a little at the site in front of him. Tom took in the rest of the guy. He had short close cropped dark brown hair, designer stubble and was around forty years old. He was muscled but nowhere near as large as Krzysztof. His face was angular and he had sharp eyes. He was very sexy. "Mateusz" greeted Krzysztof and the two men hugged. They spoke in Polish for a short while making Tom feel a little uncomfortable before Krzysztof turned and introduced him. "Mateusz, this Tom. It his first time" explained Krzysztof. "Hello Tom" greeted Mateusz and before Tom could say hi in return the man grabbed him by the waist band and pulled him against him. "Mmmm" he growled leaning down so his face was against Tom's. He stretched out his tongue and licked up from Tom's chin across his mouth and to his nose in one motion. Much like a lion may lick the face of its mate thought Tom. "We will make your first time a good one" he promised Tom and laughed. Tom was not quite sure what to do so he smiled nervously. Mateusz let him go. "Rack up some stuff Krzysztof" he ordered "then you can get Tom changed and we can have some fun" Krzysztof used a little mirror that was sat on the large sofa table and laid out six lines of cocaine. "Guests first" offered Mateusz and Tom took the rolled up note he was offered. He hesitated slightly. Should he do more drugs? He accepted that he didn't really have much choice given his situation. Fuck it, he thought. He would just do this little bit more, the first lines he had done back at home had made him feel amazing and if he was going to stay with these two guys then he guessed he was going to need that feeling again. He snorted both the lines and allowed the wave of euphoria to begin to take effect as he watched Krzysztof then Mateusz snort up the remainder of the cocaine. "Right" said Krzysztof taking Tom's hand "You change" He led his boy into the bedroom from where Mateusz had emerged. Tom followed not quite sure what was expected of him. The cocaine had made him not particularly bothered. He laughed when he saw the collection of leather gear on the bed. "I never thought I would ever do anything like this" he said picking up some of the kit. "You put these on" said Krzysztof holding up a pair of leather wrist gauntlets. Tom slipped them on and did them up. He noticed that each gauntlet had two clasps and he realised that they could be locked together like handcuffs. Krzysztof held out a leather jock strap. It was studded and the way it was designed meant that Tom's arse would be totally exposed and only his cock would be covered. He realised he was going to get fucked again. His cock twitched at the thought. He quickly got undressed as he chatted and laughed with Krzysztof at what leather kit to wear. The cocaine had done its work again and Tom totally relaxed. He slid into the studded leather jock as Krzysztof reached out and put a studded metal dog collar around his neck. There was a full length mirror standing in the corner of the room and Tom stood and admired himself. He looked hot. Krzysztof pulled off his own clothes and stood completely naked watching him. His cock was fully erect and throbbing. Tom saw him in the reflection of the mirror and turned to look. "Wow" he said admiring the man's muscular body once more. "Just... Wow" Krzysztof laughed and flexed his massive body. "Are you wearing anything?" Tom asked Krzysztof. "I too big" replied the giant and to illustrate his point he held up a leather strap that Tom assumed was meant to go around a bicep. Krzysztof flexed showing of his muscles and Tom realised the strap would not even fit around one half of the hunk's huge arms. "Come on you two" shouted Mateusz from the other room. "We need this" said Krzysztof and he picked up the full length mirror and carried it from the bedroom and into the living room. Tom took a deep breath and then followed. - - - - 3 - - - - He walked in to see Krzysztof positioning the mirror in front of the sofa table that dominated the centre of the room between the two large sofas. "Here's our boy" said Mateusz "Looking good you little leather bitch" he laughed. Tom laughed with him and his cock twitched in the jock. "Looks like your horny" said Mateusz and he came and stood right next to Tom looking down at him. He took Tom's face in one hand. "Are you horny for me baby?" he whispered to him. Tom's cock was rock hard now. "Yeah" he whispered back. Mateusz snogged him deeply. His tongue slid into Tom's mouth. Tom tried to respond but Mateusz's tongue dominated his own and pressed deep into his throat. "Mmmm" growled Mateusz pulling away. "Do you want to feel great Tom" he whispered to him. Krzysztof was stood watching them slowly wanking his massive tool. Tom, at that moment, only had eyes for Mateusz who held his head tight, gazed deeply into his eyes and fixed him with a smouldering stare. "Do you?" he asked again. "Yeah" Tom replied. Transfixed by the gorgeous eyes staring into him. Mateusz reached to a small table on the side and picked up a small clear glass tube that ended in a little ball. It was had trails of smoke coming from a small hole at the end and Tom realised it was a pipe of some sort. "Smoke it baby" ordered Mateusz. "Is it cannabis?" asked Tom. "Not quite, its meth" came the reply. Tom had no idea what that was. He guessed it was some sort of cannabis and because it was only smoking he thought it can't be that bad a thing to do. Mateusz held the pipe to Tom's lips and Tom inhaled. Smoke billowed out his mouth at first and Mateusz told him to breathe deeply and hold the smoke in. Tom tried again and this time he succeeded in smoking it properly. He exhaled and then had another go. "That's enough for the minute mate" said Mateusz and he handed the pipe to Krzysztof who held it to his own lips. Tom was about to ask what he could expect to happen but he didn't need to for just at that minute it hit him. The cocaine was one thing but this was something else entirely. The high was so intense. His eyes rolled back into his head. "Woh" he said. "Good isn't it" laughed Mateusz who had been smoking the meth before Tom and Krzysztof came in from the bedroom. Krzysztof came up behind Tom. He handed the pipe to Mateusz who took a huge drag and held the smoke in his mouth before bending down and snogging Tom. Along with Mateusz's tongue, Tom's mouth was filled with the meth vapours. His cock was raging hard and he opened his lips and let Mateusz dominate his mouth once more. He felt Krzysztof take his hands and pull them behind his back. He heard the clasps of the wrist cuffs lock. His arms were now secure behind his back but he didn't care as he took all of Mateusz's big tongue into his mouth. He moaned and Mateusz pushed harder against him, gripping the back of his head and snogging him hard. Tom flinched slightly as he felt Krzysztof slide a finger into his tight hole. "You so tight baby" growled Krzysztof as he pushed in a second digit and began to finger fuck his little boy's hole. Tom couldn't reply as Mateusz's tongue pushed his own down and pushed deep into the back of his throat. He could only moan with the pleasure flowing over him. Mateusz released him and Krzysztof took his fingers from Tom's tight pussy and put his massive arms around him from behind and held him tight. Mateusz stepped back and took a final drag on the meth pipe. He put it down and then slowly and deliberately undid the zip on his leather trousers. Tom's eyes widened. Mateusz took out in his hand a massive cock. It was well over twelve inches thought Tom. Longer and thicker Krzysztof's and that was the biggest tool Tom had ever seen until now. "Hold him" Mateusz said to Krzysztof and Krzysztof spun Tom around so he was facing him. He gripped the trussed up lad tight in a muscular embrace. Tom's head rested against his powerful pecs. Tom felt that Mateusz had come up behind him and then he felt the huge cock at the entrance to his hole. He squeezed his eyes tight shut. Mateusz took hold of his hips and Tom felt his sphincter begin to rip open as the massive cock head pushed hard into him. His arse muscles gave way under the onslaught and Tom felt the huge shaft follow. It never ended and Tom felt light headed and dizzy as Mateusz grunted and pushed into him further. Krzysztof tightened his hug and held the boy still. "FUCK BITCH" grunted Mateusz "TAKE IT ALL" and he pushed the last few inches into the teenager. Tom cried out and Krzysztof pushed his head against his massive chest muffling the cry. "FUCK YEAAAAAH" laughed Mateusz. "The little bitch has taken it all." He put his mouth next to Tom's ear and whispered "How does it feel to have all my cock in you baby?" Tom let out a muffled cry. "Fuck him" growled Krzysztof and Mateusz took up the idea. He slid the massive shaft out all the way and just as Tom's tight hole began to close he slammed it back into him. Tom's cries were muffled into Krzysztof's huge body. Mateusz began to fuck Tom relentlessly, pounding in and out of him. The meth, mixed with the pleasure and the intense pain caused Tom to black out for a moment. He tried to say something but only animal grunts were coming from his lips. The fucking was intense and Mateusz was moaning loudly as he fed his monster meat into the boy. Tom felt himself blacking out again and the last thing he heard was Mateusz moaning that he was going to breed his hole. - - - - 4 - - - - Tom slowly opened his eyes. He was laying face down on the sofa table in the centre of the room. Jesus, he thought, he must have finally slipped into some drug and sex induced coma. He tried to move his arms but realised that he was still wearing the wrist cuffs and they remained locked behind his back. He was about to get up and ask for someone to take the things of him but before he could do anything his tight boy hole suddenly exploded with pain as it was forced open. "AWWWWWWW FUCK" he cried out as the pain around pleasure rippled out from his sphincter muscle. Tom could not turn to look behind himself but the full length mirror was still positioned in front of where he lay and he looked into it to discover the source of his violation. He expected to see Krzysztof or Mateusz behind him but instead there was an insanely muscular ripped black man stood there, his huge hands clenching Tom's hips tightly. He had obviously just driven what was an enormous thick black cock into Tom's little arse. Tom took in the stranger's appearance. He was very tall and very muscular, every bit the size of Krzysztof. His pec muscles were so ripped they had thick veins appearing at their edges that ran over his shoulders and down his bulging biceps and trunk like arms. His nipples were massive and one of them had a silver metal bar piercing. The defined six pack of his stomach was matched only by his perfect V shaped torso. There was not an ounce of fat on him. Finally Tom was able to look at his face. He had strong afro-Caribbean features, a neatly trimmed goatee beard and from what Tom could see a shaved head. He was wearing a leather police officers cap. Around his arms were tight bicep straps making his muscles bulge even more. He wore a leather harness over his shoulders and chest and leather gauntlets on his wrist. He looked as if he had walked straight out of a fetish porn movie. He must have arrived when Tom was out of it. Tom felt the man's massive shaft push further into him, it kept coming and Tom thought it would never end. "Urrrrrrrrrrrgh" he closed his eyes tight and winced as the cock slid up deep inside him. Just when Tom thought he couldn't take anymore he felt the man's thighs touch his little bubble butt and come to a halt. "I have woken our little slut up" he heard the black man say in a deep voice and there was laughter. Tom lay still with his shut and tried to get used to the monster cock throbbing inside his hole. "Hey Tom, Tom baby, open your eyes" said Mateusz. Tom did as he was told and saw that Mateusz was knelt down next to him. The man cupped Tom's face in his hands. "Ok baby?" he asked "You are going to love Marc fucking you, but you probably need some help" and Tom saw that he had in his hand the little pipe that contained the meth. Mateusz held it to Tom's lips and the boy smoked it. He inhaled deeply. "Hold it in baby" commanded Mateusz and Tom held the smoke at the back of his throat and felt the vapours rushing straight to his brain. He eventually breathed the smoke out. The high came to him almost instantly and it was very strong. Mateusz watched as Tom's pupils dilated and then he gently patted Tom's cheek before standing up. "You're good to go stud" he said to Marc. "Right on" he replied, the sense of anticipation in his voice was clear. Tom breathed deeply as his high swept over his body, loosening his joints and relaxing his inhibitions once more. He looked into the mirror and saw the black hunk keep one hand on his hips and place the other over the wrist cuffs that still bound his hands behind his back. He pulled Tom back towards him so that his cock entered the lad all the way. "Mmmmmm" moaned Tom in pleasure. "We are going to start slow baby boy" promised Marc and Tom felt him begin to withdraw his huge meat. It slid back out of his cunt almost all the way to the huge cock head. Marc let it rest at the entrance to the teenager's hole for the moment before he let his powerful hip muscles move his tool back down inside the boy's cunt. "Yeah baby" he whispered "Nice and slow" "Mmmmm yeah" replied Tom. The gentle sensation of the cock slowly sliding against is prostate and deep into his guts made him shiver with pleasure. "Fuck that's good" he groaned as Marc began a slow but powerful rhythm. Each time making sure he pushed his hard thick cock as far as it would possibly go in, before slowly sliding it back out. Tom laid his head to the side to be more comfortable. He could see that Krzysztof and Mateusz were sat naked on one of the sofas smoking the meth from the pipe. Krzysztof saw him looking and blew him a kiss. "Don't worry, I fuck you more soon" he promised Tom. Marc slowly fucked Tom's hole with powerful muscular strokes. Tom moaned with each long thrust and withdrawal. Marc pulled out of him. "You're going to ride me now baby" he ordered and he undid the clasp to the wrist cuffs and let Tom's hands free. Tom brought his arms round to his front and sat up. He rotated his shoulder and felt the feeling come back into them after having been bound up in one place. "You ok little mate?" asked Mateusz who was still sat on the sofa smoking the meth with Krzysztof and enjoying the show. "Um yeah, I think so" replied Tom but as he tried to get up his legs were weak under him and he stumbled. Krzysztof jumped up from the sofa, the meth pipe still in one hand and caught Tom in the other him before he fell completely. "Easy baby" said the giant man and he cuddled Tom against his strong muscular chest. Tom rested against him, feeling his warmth and also feeling his legs come back to life. Krzysztof had encircled him with his huge arms and he looked down at the boy and Tom looked up. They smiled at each other and Krzysztof put the meth pipe to Tom's lips. The teenager was hooked on the intense high it gave and sucked in a deep lung full. Krzysztof still held the pipe there and so Tom inhaled a few more times whilst clinging to the hunk. Krzysztof passed the pipe back to Mateusz and picked the boy up in his arms. He cuddled him tight. "Now better" he said. Tom looked at him with big eyes. His pupils dilated from the wave of the high now washing over him. They kissed passionately and deeply. After a short time Krzysztof pulled away and moaned deeply. "Baby so horny" he growled then glancing over to the other sofa he smiled and said "Someone wants you" Tom looked over and saw that Marc was sat on the sofa watching them. The huge black man had his legs spread wide. He was still in his full leather gear and he had his massive dick in his hand. He was stroking it slowly. Krzysztof carried Tom over him. "I said you were going to ride me baby" said Marc. Krzysztof lowered the boy down onto the massive black shaft. Tom felt the dick stretch open his sphincter and then slide up inside him. Krzysztof lowered him all the way down so he was sat on Marc's lap facing the dark ripped stud. "That's fucking hot" he heard Mateusz comment and Krzysztof stepped away from the two of them. "Mmmmmm yeah" groaned Marc and he took hold of Tom's hips to make sure every last centimetre of his huge cock was inside the lad. "God that's so deep" moaned Tom, tilting his head back. "Ride it boy" ordered Marc. Tom lifted himself slowly to the top of the black dick and then allowed himself to slide down it to the base. "YEEEEEEAH" growled Marc and as Tom began to repeat the motion Marc thrust his hips upwards causing Tom to moan in pleasure and pain. The meth had hold of the teenager and he placed his hands on Marc's big pecs as he began to bounce harder and faster on the dick. "FUCK BABY" groaned Marc and he gripped Tom's hips tight and pistoned his cock into the boy's tight little cunt. Tom was moaning continually now as the huge shaft tore him into. They were fucking wildly. Tom put his hands around the back of Marc's head and rested his face against his. They looked into each other's eyes. Grunting and moaning, high on the drugs and determined to fuck like animals. "You fucking bitch" whispered Marc into Tom's face as he drove his dick harder and faster into him. He spat into the teenagers mouth. "Fuck me, fuck me hard" begged Tom as he swallowed the spit. Marc began kissing him hard as he gripped his hips tighter and ploughed him. Their tongues frantically exploring the others mouth, their spit mixing together. Marc spat into the boys mouth again and again. Tom loved it and gripped the man's head tighter so that his tongue could be as far into the hunks mouth as it would go. Marc plunged his cock into Tom as hard he could but gripped the boy hard so he stayed impaled on it. Tom leant backwards and moaned loudly. The frantic fucking had suddenly stopped and the contrast of having Marc's huge meat resting all the way inside him sent waves of pleasure from his arse all over his body. He leant back and rested placed his hands on Marc's thick legs to steady himself. "God" he whispered and took deep breaths. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands reach around from behind him and begin to tug his nipples. He moaned and turned his head around. Krzysztof had moved behind him and Tom lent his head back against the man's massive chest and looked up into his face. Krzysztof had seen how much his baby had enjoyed Marc's gob so he spat down into the boy's face. "You like" he said and before getting an answer he bent down and started to snog Tom ferociously. Tom moaned and kissed Krzysztof back, Marc's cock was still throbbing inside his tight hole. Krzysztof pulled away and produced two bottles of poppers. He handed one to Marc who undid the lid and sniffed deeply. "Come here baby" Marc ordered and Tom lent back in towards him. The two of them inhaled the poppers together. Taking long deep sniffs. Tom felt his head get hot and his face flush and let the effects take hold of him. Krzysztof reached around from behind him. Tom had heard him sniffing deeply on the second bottle of poppers but now that bottle was placed under his own nose. Mark held the first bottle up to him allowing Tom to have one bottle under each nostril. The aroma flooded into him and he felt dizzy at the effects. Suddenly next to Marc's huge black dick Tom felt his arse being stretched even more. He realised in a panic that Krzysztof was forcing his own massive dick into the tight boy cunt. Tom went to wriggle away. "Hold him" Krzysztof ordered Marc and with his free hand the black leather hunk gripped Tom around the waist in a vice like hold. "Just breathe deeply" Marc said reassuringly and with the two bottles of poppers under his nose Tom breathed in through his nose then out through his mouth. A continuous circulation of fresh poppers aroma was flooding through him. But even with the help of the poppers relaxing him Tom thought he was going to die. Krzysztof pushed into him slowly. Tom couldn't even cry out. He just squeezed his eyes tight shut and whimpered. All the while the poppers were taking holding of him. The pain was intense but it was mixed with a throbbing pleasurable ache that sent spasms through his arse. Just when he thought he was going to pass out Krzysztof stopped. "I in you now baby" he said. He had pushed his thick cock all the way into the boy and it now rested tight up against Marc's throbbing monster. The two muscle men's meaty spunk filled bollocks rested on each other. Both Marc and Krzysztof took the poppers away. They sniffed them themselves before putting them to one side. "Ready?" asked Krzysztof. Tom had become a bit more accustomed to the two huge cocks inside him. He breathed deeply. The poppers had made him feel like a dirty horny bitch. He wanted this. "Yeah" he said softly. "Tell us baby" said Marc "Tell us how much you want your Daddy's to fuck you yeah?" "I want my Daddy's to fuck me" begged Tom "I want your big Daddy dicks inside me, I want it so much" "Do you want Daddy cum in you?" growled Krzysztof in his ear. "Yeah, I want your cum in me, I want my Daddy's to make me their bitch" "MMMMMmmmm" moaned Krzysztof, turned on by hearing the innocent little boy begging to be treated like a whore. His dick swelled in the lad stretching his hole further still. "You're a lucky boy because you have got three Daddies' here" said Marc and Tom realised that Mateusz had come over to them. He was sniffing from a bottle of poppers and once he had finished he playfully ruffled Tom's hair. "Where do you want your third Daddy to put his dick?" asked Marc. "In my mouth" answered Tom quickly. Marc laughed "What do you say boy? Ask properly?" "Please Daddy" begged Tom "Please feed your big Daddy cock into my mouth" "FUCK" growled Krzysztof "It time for little bitch" and Tom felt him pull his cock out from his hole before smashing it back into him. Tom cried out in pain and Mateusz took the opportunity to stand on the sofa next to where Marc was sitting with the boy on his lap and grab Tom's head in his hands. He shoved his twitching wet cock into the lad's open mouth forcing it right down his throat. "FUCK YEAH" moaned Mateusz and he began to face fuck the little bitch. Tom's own moans and cries were muffled by the massive shaft pistoning in and out of his wet teenage mouth. Krzysztof had his huge hands on Tom's shoulders and was using his might to pull the boy down onto the two huge dicks that were inside him. The muscular builder began to drive upwards into him as hard as he could. Marc held the boy tight against his massive pec muscles. His arms were around the boy's waist and his biceps bulged as he hugged him tight. He began to thrust his hips upwards and he could feel his shaft rubbing against Krzysztof's as they alternatively ploughed in and out of the little cunt's tight pussy hole. "Take those dicks baby" moaned Marc "you take your Daddies big dicks" Krzysztof was wild. He only cared about getting off. The drugs had made it difficult to cum whilst driving him crazy with lust. He rammed his monster meat in and out of the boy as hard as he could. His great thighs smashed mercilessly against the little butt. The rubbing of his dick and smacking of his bollocks against Marc's was loud in the room. The three Daddies' were moaning loudly. Egging each other on as the dicks violated the little teenager. They drove into his arse and his mouth without stopping. Tom was held so firmly he could do nothing except take what his Daddy's were giving to him. The meth and the poppers had driven him crazy with lust and he moaned as the dicks tore into him. He wanted his Daddy's to give it to him so much. "I am going to cum, I am going to cum" cried Mateusz and he pulled his cock from out Tom's throat and began to wank it furiously. He used his other hand to grip the back of Tom's head. Krzysztof and Marc began to pound the boy as hard as they could. Their dicks smashing into him. Tom moaned and cried out his head back and his mouth wide open ready to receive Mateusz spunk. "FUUUUUUUCK" cried Mateusz and his nob head exploded as thick strands of Daddy spunk fired out his slit and coated Tom's mouth. Huge globs of it splashed across the boy's young face and into his hair. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH" cried Mateusz as he shoved his cock back into the hot little mouth. He rammed it deep down the boy's throat allowing his spunk to dribble out and into the lad. "GOD" he cried before pulling his dick out and wiping it across Tom's cum coated lips. Krzysztof and Marc were still pounding the tight little pussy with stopping and Tom, the warm cum in his mouth and over his face, moaned loudly. "YEEEEEEES, YEEEEEEES" shouted Marc and Tom felt a great eruption in his guts as Marc drove into him with all his might and unleashed wave after wave of searing hot spunk inside him. "SHIT BITCH" he groaned and spat into Tom's face. His saliva mixed with Mateusz's cum and ran down Tom's chin. Mateusz laughed and Marc moaned in fulfilment. Krzysztof slowly eased off his pounding and Tom felt Marc slide out of him. "Lick his dick" ordered Mateusz as Marc stood up next to him on the sofa leaving Tom on his knees and Krzysztof still behind him with his dick imbedded deep to the hilt. Tom took hold of the huge black rod and put it in his mouth. Mateusz pushed his own dick against Tom's lips and the young lad took hold of it. He cleaned his Daddy's cocks with his tongue making sure to swallow every last drop of their cum. Krzysztof watched from behind him and when he saw that Tom had licked up all the creamy mess he picked up Tom by the hips and stood up being careful to keep his dick firmly plugged in the boy's arse. He carried him over to the sofa table and put him down on it so he was facing the mirror. Tom, on all fours, looked at his own reflection and the sight of the huge muscle stud behind him his giant hands clamped firmly on Tom's hips. "I going to fuck you now" promised Krzysztof and he began to plunge his dick in and out of the tight hole. All the time he fixed his gaze on Tom's in the reflection of the mirror and watched his taut hugely muscular body tense and flex as he pounded the teenager's cunt. Marc and Mateusz came and stood either side of the massive Eastern European builder and ran their hands over his chest and shoulders. Tom took the pounding, moaning and whimpering. He saw that Marc was pulling Krzysztof's nipples driving the huge man on even more. Mateusz had picked up one of the bottles of poppers and undoing the lid he held it under Krzysztof's nose. The hunk sniffed deeply and the poppers drove him wild again. He was a fuck machine. He pounded Tom's hole without any let up. The giant dick smacked into the cunt again and again. Marc's spunk still coated Tom's arse and Krzysztof's dick was lubbed up on it. It allowed the muscle God to drive into Tom without resistance. Tom moaned loudly as he watched the stud behind him high on poppers fuck him like an animal. Krzysztof took another sniff of the poppers then pushed Tom down so he was no longer on all fours and instead was lying on his stomach. The builder climbed onto the sofa table himself and began to pound Tom even harder. He could feel the spunk building and he drove on and on into his baby. "Get the Dildo" said Mateusz and Marc reached back to the sofa and picked up the large plastic object. He handed it to Mateusz who put it against the entrance of Krzysztof's hole. The powerful muscular arse of the builder was pounding up and down as he nailed Tom onto the sofa table. Mateusz pushed the dildo and felt the resistance of Krzysztof's own tight cunt. "YEEEEEEAH" growled the big muscle stud as he felt the dildo enter him and Mateusz pushed it in further. The dildo pushing into his arse sent Krzysztof over the edge and felt his massive bollocks tighten. "FUUUUUCK" he cried and he rammed his cock deep into Tom's cunt as his hot semen poured like a torrent out his nob slit. It flooded Tom's arse with thick Daddy juice. "AHHHHHHHHH" cried Krzysztof as he slowed his thrusting and let his dick empty. He slowly came to a halt and pulled out of the boy. Tom collapsed. "God, God" was all he could mutter over and over. Mateusz took hold of him and rolled him over. He laughed "amazing yeah baby?" "God" was all Tom could say and Mateusz laughed again. Krzysztof strode around to Tom's face. His body was glistening with sweat. He wiped his cock over the boys face. Mateusz still held the dildo that he had used to push into Krzysztof and he put it to the boy's lips. "Lick your Daddy's scent off of it" he told Tom and so the boy opened his lips and began to run his tongue over the plastic. Krzysztof put his own dick into Tom's mouth and the lad tasted his Daddy's arse and his cum at the same time. Suddenly Tom felt a wave of pleasure spreading over him. Marc had knelt down and put Tom's legs over his shoulders. He was deeply licking the cum out of the gaping teenager's arse whilst wanking his cock hard. "MMMMMMMM" moaned Tom over the mouthful of cock and dildo. Suddenly he felt his cock begin to spurt load after load of spunk. "Yeah baby" growled Mateusz as Tom's entire body convulsed as he covered himself in his juice. After every little drop had leaked out Marc stood up and the three men stood around Tom looking down. "Phew, fuck, that was hot. Lets shower" said Marc and led the way from the front room. "I will bring the dildo" said Mateusz. Krzysztof laughed and picked up his little boy. Putting Tom over his shoulder he patted his arse and carried him into the bathroom

Why do you have to chose just one?

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

It looked like it was going to be another one of those Christmases. Family too far away to travel to with my busy schedule and even having to work on Christmas Eve. They did send me several packages though and I had sent theirs out also. Work was slow all day too as very few other places were actually doing much so my load was pretty small but had to be done. I was on several hookup sites, so at breaks, I was checking to see if there was any possibility of some play at all. I noticed 3 or 4 is all that looked promising. Checked them closer and found one that really seemed like what I wanted. He was listed as 28, 5'9" and about 165 pounds. Pics showed a decent looking guy and his cock listed at 7" cut looked really nice with a much larger head than shaft which was a turn on for me too. I sent off a message to see if he was actually available. He soon sent me back a message saying he lived out of town but was on the way here and was getting a motel room. I quickly sent him back a message telling him that if he wanted to, he could stay at my place and save the money. He went back saying it sounded good to him. We agreed to meet at a place we both knew of. After work I headed there fast. I wanted him for sure as it had been, because of work, quite some time since I had been fucked and wanted it badly. The place we met at was a little bar. I got there first and ordered a drink. Wasn't long till he showed up and we both had a drink before heading to my place. Once in the door we were all over each other. Kissing and making out and soon taking off clothes. As we disrobed, we kind of just left clothes where they fell as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed and were really all over each other then. Groping and rubbing and both moaning in the pleasure we were bringing each other. As I moved my kisses down his body, he spun around and as my mouth reached his cock, his mouth was finding mine as we were 69ing. I found that he had a lot of precum but loved the taste of it and slurped it down like I had found nectar. We kept sucking each other for what seemed like hours but was really about 10 minutes. Then he let go of my cock with his mouth and gently pulled his cock from my mouth and spinning me around on my back, threw my legs in the air and dropped his mouth onto my hole. His tongue was soon trying to pry my hole open and with a little bit more of his spit and tongue driving at me was soon getting my hole opened and his tongue into me. He kept that up for a while and then I could feel his hand there and soon a finger entering me. He pushed it in and out and all around and soon he had two and then three fingers in me as he opened my hole up good and was driving me wild. After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out of me and I felt the head of his cock against my hole and before I knew it the knob of his cock was in me. I loved a big mushroom head and as he sunk his cock into me I could feel the head hitting my prostate and my own cock throbbed even more than it had been doing. His entire cock was in me deep in no time it seemed and I was really enjoying the feeling. He just kind of ground his cock in me for a while and then started to pull out slowly and back in and did it just slow and easy and about drove me wild as the head of his cock was so much larger that is rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was arching my back and thrusting my ass at him on every stroke. He then started to get faster and faster and very quickly he was pounding my ass like a jackhammer. I was in ecstasy for sure. He kept fucking me hard and fast and deep and every stroke was a pure delight. It went on and on and on. My own cock could not take the sensations and after about 15 minutes of his pounding it erupted on its own without being touched. He felt it and slowed down for just a few stroked to look between us at my load which was all over both of our stomachs and smiled and told me he loved to see that happen when he fucked someone. He then picked back up the pace. He kept up a mad pace till I thought I could take it no more and my ass was drying up a little even. It still felt pretty good but the friction could not be doing the inside of my ass much good. He kept at it for another 20 minutes after I had cum before he told me to get ready and he drove into me a few more strokes like a mad man and then ground his cock in as deep as he could get and I felt it throb and could feel the heat and wetness deep in my hole as he was cumming. Fuck, I had not had that good of a fuck in a long time and told him so and he told me there was more where that came from. We rested then for a while and then he was in me again and pounding, it seemed, like even harder than before and again it went on for quite a while. He told me again, here it comes and again I could feel his cock erupt. He ended up fucking me three more times even that night before we dozed off. When I finally woke up, quite late, the next morning he was already gone. I could not believe I had slept when he got up to leave either, but then he had about fucked me silly most of the night. As I stretched and started to get up, I noticed my bed had a wet spot. Looking down I could see that a lot of cum had leaked out of me as I slept. It even had tint of pink to it. I thought, wow, he really fucked me if there is a little blood in that, which is what it looked like. I got up and headed to the bathroom with a feeling of having to sit down and did on the stool. As I sat my ass seemed to open up and I could tell something that felt like liquid running out and as I looked down to see what it was I could tell it was some of his cum and it definitely had a pink tint to it. I cleaned up and didn't think any more of it then. I went out to the living room to open my gifts as it was a fine Christmas morning and after being fucked royally all night is seemed to be a very good start to the day. I opened my presents and enjoyed every minute of it as I thought about my family and hoped they were enjoying my presents to them as well. I then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and also decided to have a couple of pieces of toast. I got them ready and headed back to the other room to sit and relax and just enjoy looking at the tree and thinking about friends and family. I had just finished my toast and was drinking the last drops of coffee from my mug when as I was tilting my head back I noticed a piece of paper in the tree. I got up to see what the heck that was. It was folded and on the outside was the name of the guy I had spent the night with. I opened it up. He had left the note to tell me how much he had enjoyed the night before and thanked me for having him over. Then I was floored as he had written that he had just been diagnosed HIV positive about a week before and had a very high viral load. He wished me a very Merry Christmas and hoped I liked his gift to me.

I met Troy at one of the local bars. He was a hot kid of around 25, only a few years older than me. He was medium height, very slender, but still muscular. In fact, we were about the same height and build. We struck up a conversation and he suggested we go to his place. Although I was hoping for some sex between us, I learned at his place that he was a bottom as was I. We could exchange blow jobs but what I really wanted was to be fucked. We got naked and started making out, but I passed out. I learned later that Troy slipped a heavy dose of G in my drink. When I came to, I was face up and spread-eagle tied to a bed. Standing over me was a sexy biker-type about 40 years of age and built like a brick shit house. “This is a hot boy you recruited for us Troy. Good going. “ Then, to me, he said “How’d you like to join our fuck club? We need another bottom boy. Troy’s the only regular we got right now and we’re wearing out his hole. You like to be fucked boy?” Not answering, I said “Why am I tied down?” The biker said “If you join our club, this is a taste of what you’ll get. You’ll be our bondage fuck toy. We’ll own your hole and you’ll submit to whatever we want to do with it. Does that appeal to you?” While I always fantasized about the bondage and leather scene I was afraid to pursue it. I liked what the biker said but I yielded to my cautious nature and said, “I don’t think so.” At that point, the biker lit a cigarette and brought his face close to mine. “I think I can convince you.” He started stroking my cock. I looked down and discovered that my pubic hair had been shaved, just as Troy’s. The biker kissed me deeply and I had a raging hard-on in short order. The biker said, “You say ‘no’ but your cock says ‘yes.’ If I milk you to orgasm that seals the deal and you’re our new bottom. If you don’t cum, you can go home.” The biker continued to stroke my cock and kiss me. I tried not to cum, but the scene turned me on like never before. I ejaculated a huge load. “Good boy,” the biker said. The biker then placed a collar around my neck. The biker and Troy took me to the clubhouse. I went willingly though apprehensively. The clubhouse was located in the warehouse district in the basement of what looked like an abandoned building. Once inside I surveyed the scene. The room was a dungeon, replete with sling, fuck tables, and bondage equipment. There were about 10 guys in the room, all biker or ex-con types. All were rough looking but sexy as hell. The biker said “Now comes the initiation. We’ll teach you how to be a good bottom slut. From now on, you’ll do as you’re told.” I was introduced to Tina for the first time in my life and was I ever ready to be royally fucked. The biker whispered to me “Are you negative boy?” I replied in the affirmative. He said “Not after tonight. We’re all positive and by tomorrow you will be too. “ I was so high from the Tina that I didn’t care. The biker said, “I’m going to bareback your ass first. Nothing turns me on more than a conversion scene.” He took me to a private room off the dungeon and I had the fuck of my life. The biker alternated between tenderness and rough play. At times he would kiss me while gently fucking then he’d turn me on my hands and knees, spank my ass hard, and rough fuck me. He liked to smoke and blow his smoke in my mouth while we kissed, saying “You’re going to get my cum, my spit, my piss, and the smoke from my lungs. I’m going to thoroughly mark you boy.” And he did all of that. After what must have been 90 minutes he came and I could tell it was a massive load. He brought his face close to mine and whispered “You’ve just been pozzed. I’m your AIDS daddy. I’m in your blood forever now boy. “ He then milked me for the second time that night, saying “You’ll cum on command.” Which I did. After that, he turned me over to the other tops and I was fucked for the rest of night, mostly strapped in the sling. Troy’s ass was well used that night too. At times, I was replenished with Tina. The next morning, with the tops sleeping, I snuggled up to Troy who was resting on a mattress in the corner. He said “Welcome to the club.” We made out for awhile and then I moved to felch his ass, which was ample with cum. He then proceeded to felch my ass. We then kissed with our cummy mouths for a long time. He pointed out a biohazard tattoo on his ass cheek and said “You’ll get one too this morning. One of the tops is a tattooist.” Troy was right. My ass cheek was tattooed that morning. Other tattoos and piercings came later. The biker really meant it when he said the club owned my ass. From that point onward, I needed to be available whenever I wasn’t at work. My ass was pimped out a few times a week to help pay the rent on the clubhouse. I was thoroughly indoctrinated into the BDSM scene. My life was never the same.

1. I sat on my couch, lap top open; scrolling through Tumblr and slowly stroking my cock feeling the hunger growing inside me. It was my day off and I had started stroking nearly three hours before. Normally I just get off pretty quickly and move on, but with nothing pressing to do that day I was taking my time. Perhaps as a result of the extensive session I unexpectedly developed the deep and desperate urge to get fucked. At twenty-five I was no stranger to this feeling; I had been a bottom since I took my first cock at sixteen when my math tutor, a tall skinny college sophomore, had taught me more then just calculus. Knowing full well that this feeling would not be slaked by jerking off alone, I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through Scruff. I sent out a few woofs to some hot guys around me, and greetings to a few others, then returned to scrolling through Tumblr. A couple of guys responded quickly enough but none of them were looking to fuck right then. I felt a little discouraged but pushed on, then after about ten minutes a guy who I had not messages sent me a woof. I checked out his profile, he was a little older then I normally go for being in his mid forties but he seemed hot enough. Tall and broad with powerful muscles his profile picture showed a handsome face attached to a beefy hairy body. The hunger inside of me had grown to a ravishing desperate desire and so I message him back. Hey boy. Came his response. We exchanged a few pleasantries, names and such (his it turned out was Mark) and then he said: I’m horny as fuck and need a bottom to plow, can host in HK. 50/8. My cock throbbed and my hole twitched, he was only two blocks away from me in Hells Kitchen. I think I can help you out with that. I responded. Good, just so you know boy I only fuck raw. That’s fine, I’m only like two blocks away what’s the address I’ll head right over. And that was it, I pulled on some close, and rushed out of the door taking the two blocks to his place at a sort of a jogging run. Looking back I know that I let my horniness get the better of me; that I should have asked more questions but I didn’t. There’s no changing what I did, or what happened next, and honestly I don’t think that I would even if I could. I had received a message as I rushed over saying that the front door would be propped open a little bit, and to just come inside and take the doorstop as I did. When I got to the building I saw that the front door to the small old brick building was in fact slightly a jar. My heart thudded in my chest. Not twenty minutes had passed sense he had first messaged me and here I was already walking into this man’s building. I opened the door, took the doorstop out, pushing it over to the side, and crossing the small entryway may my way over to the narrow winding staircase that led up to this man’s third floor apartment. Taking the stairs two at a time I dashed up to the third floor and found the door to the apartment there also slightly ajar. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. I had been instructed to come in and take off my shoes and then walk into the main room of the apartment. As I opened the door I heard groaning and moans, and guessed that Mark was watching porn. I kicked off my shoes, and left them next to the door, which I closed, and then deciding to go one step further pulled my t-shirt off and left it sitting on my shoes. I walked towards the groaning sounds, assuming correctly that they would lead me to Mark. He must have a pretty good job I thought, as I walked down a rather long hallway, past a full kitchen, which suddenly opened onto a spacious and sundrenched living room. In the middle of the room, bent over a couch facing away from the windows was a boy not much older then me, his face contorted in extract as Mark, the man I had come to meet, fucked him. “Good you’re here,” Mark said, not stopping fucking the boy in front of him. I stood frozen to the spot not able to understand what was happening. Mark must have read the confusion on my face because he smiled a wide handsome smile and explained, “This is my bottom boy, he lives with me, he was just getting my cock ready for you with his hole. That’s enough boy.” He pulled out and gave the boy a smack on the ass. The boy got up from the couch and winking at me walked out of the room. Mark started to come around the cock, his cock, which I had yet to see even in pictures coming quickly into view. It was large and thick, probably just shy of nine inches long and as thick around a beer can. It suck straight out from his bushy pubes which thrust upward to join the thick fur that spread across his powerful looking abs. As attractive as he was I couldn’t quite get my head around what I had just gotten myself into. Before I could process any further he was right in front of me, the broad smile still playing across his handsome face. He looked right into my eyes, and one of his hands reach up and found my nipple. “You’re hotter then I thought you would be,” he said, tweaking my nipple, “I love a boy with some meat and fur on him.” I couldn’t help but smile despite awkwardness at the situation, I worked hard on my body going to the gym four times a week, and was also rather fond of the not unsubstantial dusting of hair that covered my chest and plunged down my abdomen into my shorts. Mark was a bit taller then me and I had to tilt my head to look into his eyes as he stepped a little closer to me. I felt his cock, slick with precum and juice from the boy he had just been fucking’s ass, press against my belly button. The smile faded from his lips and he bent his head and kissed me. I don’t know why but I was completely powerless against this man, despite the fact that I had just walked in on him fucking another boy, who was somewhere still in the apartment I found myself kissing him back. I’m still not sure if it was just how seriously horny I was that day of I Mark, even then, had some sort of hold over me, but I just gave into him. The kiss didn’t last long. Instead, he pulled away from me, his hands, which had drifted to either side of my face, slid down onto my shoulders and applied gentle pressure pushing me down. I knew what this meant and sank to my knees and opened my mouth, all thought of the hole his cock had recently been fucking gone from my mind as I came face to face with his fat powerful cock. “Suck me cock boy, show me how much you want it,” he instructed. His voice was low and soothing like how one might talk to a skittish animal. He need not have worried about my being skittish, the hunger in me had over ridden everything else, and stretching my lips wide I took his cock into my mouth. “Good boy,” he moaned as I desperately tried to swallow the entirety of his sizable cock, tasting as I did so the slightly salty taste of his last bottom’s hole. His hands came to rest on the back of my head pushing me further and further down on his cock till I chocked a little and swallowed hard. I had never had as big a cock as his in my mouth let alone pushed down my throat I felt like I couldn’t breath but I also wanted to make Mark happy. I swallowed hard again and tried to breath through my nose and his balls finally bounced off my chin. He only held me there for a moment before allowing me to spit his cock out now slick with throat juices. I looked up at his face, eyes watering, and saw that he was smiling again, my hear soared at seeing that. “You did well boy, but there’s plenty of time for cock sucking later, you want to get fucked don’t you.” I answered him in the only way that seemed appropriate, “Yes, Sir.” “Good, take off those shorts and bend over the couch.” Without hesitation I shucked my shorts, I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear, and dashed over to the couch, only vaguely aware that I was taking up the exact same spot only recently vacated by that other boy. Mark must have been as excited as I was because he seemed to practically run to get behind me and dove into my upturned ass with a ferocity I had not been expecting. His tongue lapped greedily at my hole, pressing hard against my pucker trying to gain entry to the warm depths within. He was clearly very experienced and made short work of relaxing my hole and I soon felt his tongue press past my sphincter into my hole. I gasped and wriggled about as he probed deeper and deeper into my hole with his tongue. I expected to soon feel a spit slicked finger or two pressing against my hole but Mark had other plans. Once his tongue withdrew from my ass and he straightened up behind me, he dropped a massive glob of spit onto my hole and began to rub his cock head up and down my crack. His cock, still slick with the juices from my throat and the other bottom’s hole, slid easily along until he lined up his cock with my hole and began to apply gentle but steady pressure. I was no where near loose enough to take his cock easily and I groaned and whimpered as his broad, blunt, thick, mushroom head began to slowly force my hole open. My fingers dug into the back of the couch and I shut my eyes tight, focusing on willing my hole to relax but I never once thought about asking him to stop. Just as the pain began to over whelm me and I began to panic thinking I would never open up enough to take his massive cock, my hole gave way with a slight pop and his cock head bust into my hole along with about an inch and a half of his cock. I gasped and reared up my back cocking to rest of his hairy chest my eyes wide and staring like a startled horse. “Good job boy, the head is always the hardest part,” he said, again in the soothing tone, one hand on my back pushing me back down. As I lowered by body back down I noticed that the boy from before was back dressed only in a yellowed jockstrap that did little to hide his sizable bulge with a phone in his hand clearly recording us. “I hope you don’t mind,” Mark said in my ear, “I record every boy’s first time taking my cock.” He pressed a little more into me and I whimpered as he continued, “I like being able to go back and see their faces the first time my cock enters their hole, plus most of my boys like being able to remember what it felt like before my their holes got use to taking my cock whenever I fell like giving it to them.” As he spoke he had been slowly pressing his cock into me, occasionally pulling back a little before sliding even further into me. “You don’t mind do you?” his lips teasing my ear as he asked this question, his hands firmly on my shoulders, and with one last powerful thrust he shoved the last of his cock into me. I almost screamed my answer, “God, you’re so big, please, please fuck me!” “Look into my boy’s phone and say what you want boy. Tell my boy you want my cock. Tell him you want me to fuck you. Tell him you want my load in your boycunt.” Obediently I looked straight into the camera on the boy’s iPhone and said in as steady a voice I could muster as Mark slowly withdrew his cock from my hole, “I want Mark to fuck me, I want his cock, I want him to breed my hole.” The boy holding the phone smiled and winked at me again. “Well done boy. Your hole feels amazing around my cock, I’m going to fuck you good. Do you want that?” “Yes,” I groaned as he began to push his cock back into my hole. “If your hole finished out as well as it starts I may just keep you. I been thinking I could use another bottom boy to use regularly. As much as I like breaking in a new pussy sometimes its nice to be able to just slide into a hole that’s already used to taking my cock and is always wet with my seed.” He started to pick up the pace, still long dicking me but now sliding back in with more force then before. I started to whimper every time his cock bottomed out in my quickly loosening hole. I could tell that my ass juices were lubing up his cock along with the copious amounts of precum he seemed to be leaking, for his cock was sliding in and out of my ass easier with every thrust. I’m not sure when he started to really pound me, I had become lost in the sensations of his cock wrecking my hole; my eyes closed tight again my mouth hanging open slightly. The rest of my body seemed to drift away the only thing that mattered now was the part of me that was wrapped around Mark’s powerful thrusting cock. A low grunt burst from his lips every so often as he slammed his cock into me over and over again. I was dimly aware of powerful waves crashing through the rest of my body with every thrust, my chest being pressed into the back of the couch. Sweat sprung up all over my body and occasionally a drop would fall from Mark onto my back. The veins in his cock seemed to tug at my hole as they slid in and out of my sphincter, my mind somehow hyper aware of every sensation coming from my ass. My hole was slack around his cock and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh seemed to rebound off of every surface, when I finally noticed a change in Mark’s breathing, his pounding becoming erratic and full of desperate need. He was going to cum, I felt excited and sad at the same time, excited that I would soon feel his load coating my insides but sad that this beautiful ass destroying fuck would soon becoming to an end. “I’m going to cum,” Mark growled, slowing down for a moment to whisper in my ear, “tell the camera again what you want.” I looked up for the first time in ages at the boy still standing in front of us, a large spot of precum dampening the front of his dirty jock and said between gasps of pleasure as Mark resumed his desperate pounding of my ass, “I want your load, please breed me Sir!” “Good boy,” he said, his voice a raspy growl, as he, with his hands clamped tight on my shoulders, forced his cock as deep as it could go inside of me and began to spray his load. I had never before been aware of feeling cum hit the walls of my gut but I was this time. I felt every squirt, every drop and I reveled in it. It was a very long time before Mark stopped cuming, and before he withdrew his cock he took several steadying breaths. “I have something to tell you,” he said, his mouth suddenly next to my ear again, his sweat covered body pressed against mine, “and when I tell you remember you asked me to do everything we just did.” My mind was still to fuzzy from the euphoria of the fucking that I had just received to really think about what he was saying. “I just shot a massive POZ load up your boycunt. Your guts are now full of my POZ cum.” The word POZ snapped most of my brain out of it’s floating joy and back to the present, my breath came in quick gasps of panic. What had I done? I practically screamed in my head. Then Mark flexed his cock inside my hole and an electric shock ran through my body. My mind was blank again. “Now you have two options boy,” he flexed his cock again, “You can leave here, shit out my load as best you can and run to the clinic to try and get meds, or you can look right into that camera and say that your cunt belongs to me and you’ll you don’t give a fuck about my being POZ you just want this cock.” It should have taken me longer to make my decision, I should have thought about it, but I didn’t. I looked squarely into the camera and said, “My cunt belongs to you Sir, and I don’t care if you’re POZ I just want you to fuck me again.” “Well done boy. I’m definitely keeping you.” He pulled his cock completely from my ass and then slammed the whole thing back in again beginning another punishing pounding of my hole. He dumped two more loads in me before deciding my hole had been used enough on that day. After he pulled out the last time he told me to wait on the couch with my ass still in the air while he went and got me a present and he left the room. When he came back he was holding a large black butt plug, which he pushed into my gaping hole, the flared bottom wide enough to lock into my well used cunt. “When I’m done training your hole,” he said, patting the base of the plug, “I’ll be able to bend you over whenever I want and slide into your hole like it was made for my cock. Do you want that.” I nodded, my eyes bright with hunger for more. “Good boy, now go home and get some rest. I have work tomorrow but I want you over here at four o’clock, and don’t take the plug out. I’ll take it out tomorrow when I’m ready to use your cunt again.” He kissed me a little as he handed me my clothes and then once I was dressed quickly ushered me out the door. I found myself standing on the street, my hole stuffed with a massive plug, and my cock hard as a rock. I suddenly realized I hadn’t cum all day. That didn’t seem important now. The loads I carried in my hole were more important. I went home, and without showering or anything stripped naked and fell asleep.

CHPT 10: The Road Trip Part 2: It was dark now, the night was humid, the bugs attacked the parking lot lights like a Mongol army, but with far less success. Pa was still at the back of the RV fucking around with the motor and as his efforts proved futile, his swearing got louder and louder. The pay phone by the bathrooms was not working and the couple of folks he had approached for help were useless, yet he kept trying. I was bored, horny, high, and even though Brett had tried to fuck me, I didn’t want him. I didn’t know what I wanted right then, but it wasn’t him. My headache was back with a vengeance so I did some more crystal and was sitting on the curb by the front of the RV using a scrap of metal I had found to scratch in the dirt like a kid does, big letters – M – I – K – my headache got so bad I grabbed my head and dropped the metal scrap just as Pa kicked my leg and started screaming at me, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING!!?” Why was he mad? He was practically frothing at the mouth as I looked at him all confused and in the midst of his rant this work truck pulled right up beside us, its headlights blinding me. Pa stopped, turned, and stepped back and once the truck lights turned off, a guy in overalls got out with a white patch on his right chest that said, “J.D.” and one on his left that said, “KINCAID PLUMBING.” He was about Pa’s age, maybe a bit older, taller, real big scruffy beard that seemed to cover most of his face and a wild head of hair that made him look like a grizzly bear who had stuck his finger in a light socket. JD looked at me, Pa, the RV, and asked in a deep, fierce voice, “Everything OK here?” Pa was all charm as he reached out to shake the man’s hand, “Oh yeah, yeah, just, well, my RV here has gone and cross fucked me. Can’t figure out what’s wrong it. We’ve been on the road and it’s just been a really long day and we’re supposed to be over at the State Fair for work, and well…”. JD eyed me again, then said, “Well let me see if I can help, but first I need to drain the lizard. One too many god damn Big Gulps.” Pa just looked at me, nodded towards the camper, so I got up, went in, and sat with Brett at the table. A few minutes later we could hear Pa and JD at the back of the RV looking at the engine, a little banging, then Pa came in, closed the door, leaned down into my face and said, “This nice man thinks he has some parts back at his farm that can help us. I told him I ain’t got much in way of cash, but I do have some weed, so he agreed to take that – and said he did not mind if you rode along. There is no ‘deal’ you understand, but I want you to do WHATEVER you got to do to get us what we need - UNDERSTAND?” I nodded, stood up, took the baggie of weed Pa gave me and another with some crystal and a straw, and went outside where JD was leaning casually against his work truck. I walked around to the passenger side, hopped in, JD got in, his weight shifting the seat a bit as he did, he started his truck, backed up, and waved to Pa as we pulled away. JD drove just down the road a little before he pulled over to the side and asked, “Mind if I toke up as I drive? It’s been a long fucking day, had my first clogged toilet call at 2:30 this morning.” I fished the baggie out of my pants pocket, handed it to him, and as he rolled a joint I pulled out the crushed crystal and did a couple of big snorts for myself. JD looked at me as I did, but did not say anything, he then rolled up the windows and a few puffs later the truck cab had a nice light haze. “What’s your name?” JD asked as we pulled backed onto the rode. “My name’s Siss… um…Sam,” I replied. “Sam? Really? It didn’t sound like Sam. Want to try again?” he said giving me a stern look before turning his eyes back on the road. I hung my head, “Sissy. They call me Sissy. I guess that’s my name.” He mulled that a bit, “Well Sissy, good to meet you. So why do they call you Sissy?” No one had ever asked me that, and being high I just blurted out, “I guess because I like being fucked, and they like fucking me, and I’m a sissy cunt – well that’s what they say – so do you want to fuck me?” His silence dragged on as he hit the joint a few times and I realized I had not learned how to be subtle. “You know that’s rude and not everyone gets down like that. You could get yourself beat up or worse saying that shit to the wrong man,” JD said with firmness and correction. I clearly had not learned the lesson as I immediately asked, “So are you the wrong man?” I couldn’t help it as my ass was pulsing and I was horny. JD was quiet again as we drove and did not reply to my question, but did start asking me questions about Pa, where we were headed and stuff. I really didn’t have much to say since I could not remember anything before ROXIEs and even that was really fuzzy in some ways and the more questions he asked and the fewer answers I had, the more his face looked concerned. Then he asked, “Did they kidnap you or something kid? If so, tell me. We can take you to the sheriff right now.” I shook my head, looked down at my bare feet. “No. It’s not like that. I just don’t remember things. I have bad spells and have to get shots. That’s all. Really.” We finally turned down a long dirt rode, drove by a big old farmhouse that was all dark, and JD noted with sadness his wife had moved out a while back and taken their kids to her mom’s. JD pulled up in front of an old barn/workshop and the truck was immediately surrounded by a pack of yapping dogs, but all it took was one sharp command from JD and the pack quieted down and faded back into the night. We got out of the truck and went into the barn, which smelled of animals, dirt, and more. Dust hung in the air as JD turned on the lights, walked over to a workbench, rolled another joint took a few long drags, pulled his hair back into a wild pony tail using a rubber band off the bench, unzipped his overalls a bit, then plopped down on a stool. I watched with desire as JD grabbed a dirty rag off the bench, wiped the sweat off his brow, upper chest, and neck, exposing a 999 tattoo. I sat on a box in front of him, snorted some more crystal, and stared at his tattoo, noticing others peaking out through the hairs on his chest. JD hit his blunt again, stood up, unzipped his overalls, worked his arms loose and pushed his overalls down to his waist, sat back down, and stretched and flexed his chest. “Do you know what the Aryan Brotherhood is?” he asked. I shook my head no. He went on to tell me how when he was younger he did some fucked up shit, got some time in jail, and hooked up with them. All the tatts I saw were given to him by them to mark him as one of their brothers – a Bruder. “You can touch them if you want,” he instructed as he put the blunt between his teeth and hummed lightly as I ran my finger tips over his tatts on his neck, his chest, then ran my hand around his nipples which jumped and stiffened like nails. JD moaned, shifted, and his left hand went down into his overalls and shifted his dick as he asked, “Ever been prison fucked? You’d be popular that’s for sure. During my stint I did enjoy holding down little boys like you. I’m not gay or shit mind you, but in the joint, well you do what you got to do to make life easier, but since I’ve been out and with the wife and all never had the need or urge – until now.” The sadness in his voice tore at my heart and I leaned my body in and gave JD a big a hug. He just sat there at first, then his body shook a little, his big arms wrapped around my body squeezing me super close. JD let go, took his big hands and gently lifted my t-shirt up over my head. I shook in anticipation as he then unbuttoned my shorts, helped me step out of them, then he dug in my pocket and pulled out the baggie and let me do another few snorts. JD caressed my body, running his hands up and down my sides, gently nibbling at my stomach, my chest, then turned me around and I instinctively bent forward so he could explore my hole with his tongue. His thick beard scratched and tingled but his tongue found its mark and as the spit flowed JD moaned in enjoyment. After several minutes of JD licking my ass and me pushing back, he stood up, raised his arms up behind his head so that his overalls were just hanging up by his hips and the tension on the zipper, and said, “Tell me, tell me about the last time you got that sweet little hole fucked. It taste’s just precious. So tell me sissy, when did you last have a big dick up in your cunt?” I reached out and slowly began to slide the zipper on his overalls further down as I told JD about the delivery guy who fucked me in the restroom. He encouraged me to continue, “Oh yeah? Tell me more.” With every few words of my story his dick responded. I had to shift his meat to the side to ease his overalls down any further as his dick was hard and holding them up. Once JD’s overalls were wrapped around his feet, I continued to tell him how the guy called me a fucking faggot and fucked me hard and rough and drips of precum leapt off his dick as it twitched while I worked to unlace his boots. JD stepped out of his boots, slid his overalls all the way off, stepped back in his boots and told me to lace them back up. As I did, I told him how the delivery guy spit fucked me, covered my mouth, shot his load in me and then made me drink his piss. JD’s dick was now pulsing and streaming precum as he said, “Tell me more.” But, that was the end of that story so I just opened my mouth and enveloped his monster dick, making JD grab my head and shiver. “Oh sissy,” JD cooed, “Sounds like you have been prison fucked for sure, but I love that hot little body of yours, and that sweet cunt that’s just dripping to take my cum, I just want to make love to it.” I pulled back off JD’s dick, stood up, tilted my head and asked, “Why can’t you do both?” JD howled making his pack of dogs outside whine and start scratching at the door as he pushed me against his work bench and pressed my body tight as he forced his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard, swapping spit, biting at my lip, and his beard scratching my face. Breathlessly he pulled away, his eyes ablaze now as he reached out and lifted me up off the ground and plopped me onto the bench and lifted my legs back. Tools, splinters, and other shit were marking my cheeks and back as my head hit the wall, but JD didn’t care as he angled my body so he could spit at my hole again. I reached down between my legs and pushed his face into my ass as hard as I could, making JD groan with pleasure as his tongue darted in and out furiously. Minutes later, his jaws aching, JD pulled his mouth away from my slick hole and leered at me over my hard dick, spit and ass juice plastering his mustache and beard to his face. He reached back with one hand and pulled out the rubber band holding his hair back and shook his head like a lion in the wild feasting on a fresh kill before pouncing back into my hole. This time I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and writhed and squirmed trying to get his tongue deeper. JD finished priming my hole, lifted me back onto the floor, turned me around and pushed my chest against the bench, grabbed my hips and in one violent thrust, punched his dick into ass. Being married – or least having been married – I figured he would want to wear a condom, but his lust took over and I didn’t mind in the least. I arched my body and cried out in pain while I reached back to grab his wrists with my hands begging him not to stop as he ripped my ass open inch after inch with his dick. I whimpered, cried, moaned and shook with internal orgasms as JD invaded me, no longer even able to hear the sounds of the pack outside as our fucking took over all of my senses. JD howled again as his raw dick spat its juice into my ass. I moved my hips back, grinding him as deep as I could, making sure to milk every drop. With his body now draped over my back, fighting to catch his breath, JD asked, “Did you like that prison fuck? Did I hurt you? Was that better than the other guy?” I sighed, closed my eyes while enjoying his warmth in me and replied, “Yes, no, YES!” I knew for sure now that being angry earlier wasn’t about the guy fucking me rough, but about feeling like he did not really want me. There was no denying JD wanted me – and I him. I yelped in surprise as JD spun me around, lifted me up, and casually plopped me over his right shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes. With his right hand firmly on my ass holding me in place, he turned the light out with his left, kicked the door to his shop open, and casually walked outside buck naked, with me still draped over his shoulder. I had a great view of his ass, the ground beneath me, and his pack of dogs who were now gathered around, tilting their heads back and forth trying to figure out what their master was up to. JD headed towards his house, then stopped, turned a moment, and said, “Storm’s coming.” In answer, the heavens roared with thunder in the distance as JD climbed the wooden steps, the screen door banged open and shut behind us, then my feet were planted on the linoleum floor of JD’s kitchen. JD walked around, flipping lights on, went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, tossed one to me, went and sat at the table, drank about half the beer in one long gulp, then rolled another joint before smiling at me with evil intent. “Well, I don’t plan to head back out tonight with the storm coming and all. Think your folks will mind if you don’t make it back til morning?” JD asked. I laughed, opened my beer, sat down in a chair, the vinyl sticking to my ass and said, “I frankly don’t give a fuck.” JD laughed, and while hitting his joint stood up so that is now hardening dick was in front of my face. I took a big mouth full of beer and careful not to spill any, quickly covered his dick with my mouth, the cold of the beer making JD jump a little. Minutes later we were upstairs, JD’s old bed creaking and squeaking under our weight as he fucked me on my stomach, kissing my neck while his monster dick took its time exploring my hole, forcing his earlier load deeper and deeper. I could feel JD’s balls pulling up high and tight against my ass and knew he was getting close from how his moans, so I started to fight back a little and tried to wiggle free. JD paused, “What are you doing?” I turned my head to the side, “I wanted to ride it for you,” I said as JD grunted in agreement. I scooted down to the end of the bed and he resituated himself onto his back, his dick slick and twitching waiting to get back inside of me. I laughed as I noticed he still had his boots on, then I straddled JD’s body, leaned forward, and while rubbing my ass against his dick head kissed his chest, his torso, and caressed his body with my tongue. While I knew JD could have knocked me away in an instant, he was nice enough to pretend I was in charge, and let me explore his body with mine. When I could not take it anymore, I sat back, raised up a little, wrapped my right hand around his baseball bat shaft, and threw me head back in utter ecstasy as JD’s dick slid deeper and deeper inside me. Once my ass was flush against his hips, I started rocking side to side, up and down, and then bouncing on it harder and harder until the head of his dick came right to the edge of my hole – then I would drop down back on it. JD was loving it as he moaned, groaned, his mouth twitched, his face contorted, and just as the burning in my thighs hit their max, JD’s whole body shuddered in a fit as his dick exploded inside me once more. I wanted it all and bounced harder, making JD squirm trying to push me off but he was deep. The ceiling fan did little to cool us off as our sweaty bodies radiated the heat of our sex. The windows and walls of the house began to rattle and shake a bit as the storm rolled in, and I relished the smell of the man who had bred me. My eyes were closed as JD gently ran his fingers over my face, down my sides, and then reaching around my ass he fingered my hole while pressing me closer to him. We laid like that for a while, until the rain began to beat like a thousand drums and the lightning lit up the room. “What do want?” JD asked in almost a whisper. The lightning flash let me see the look on his face and I suspected he was thinking about more than me asking for a glass of water. “Anything you want,” I said, while reaching out to stroke his sticky dick, “As long as it means I can get more dick, but… what about….” JD smiled, rolled over and off the bed, his booted feat echoing on the stairs as he started down and he yelled loud enough so his voice carried over the storm, “WELL I HOPE YOU ATE YOUR WHEATIES THIS MORNING BECAUSE I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU GET PRISON FUCKED ALL NIGHT! AND DON’T YOU WORRY NONE ABOUT THOSE FOLKS YOU WERE WITH. IF THEY HAPPEN TO CALL THE BUSINESS LINE THEY WILL GET THE ANSWERING SERVICE WHO WILL THEM I’M UNAVAILABLE.” JD came back to the bedroom several minutes later carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels, two glasses, poured us each a shot, while spilling some on the bedside table. After emptying our glasses he sat on the edge of the bed, lit a fresh joint, handed me my baggy of crystal, and then he said, “I called up my guys – Boogie and Tripp. Ever taken on three fuckers before? MMMhhhhMMM, damn can’t wait to watch you get ridden! Anyways, you frankly don’t have a choice, but my guys are cool, we served time together, they work for me now taking care of the ranch and other business.” I stood up in front of JD, his legs spread wide, and I rubbed his thighs while he hit his joint, enjoying my touch. He set his smoke down in the ashtray then grabbed me rough, pulling me close, and began to chew on my nipples, grinding one then the other between his teeth like a millstone. I was squirming in pain and pleasure and just wanted him to fuck me while he did that and begged for his dick as I grabbed his head and encouraged him to bite me harder. JD stopped and pushed me away as the sound of a truck’s horn pierced our stormy desires and announced our company had arrived. JD slapped my ass hard, grabbed his joint and said, “Come on, time to have some fucking fun”. He tossed me a robe, which from the floral print on it and smell, clearly was not his, which I wrapped around myself as JD slid on a pair of boxers over his boots and started down the stairs. I made a quick pit stop to piss then hustled down the stairs and nervously stood to the side, trying to keep my hard dick from poking through the robe’s slit. Boogie and Tripp walked in carrying a large styrofoam cooler between them with a metal tackle box balanced on top that they set on the floor in a rush as they shook the water off their bodies from the rain. Both men were wearing stained and faded jeans, cowboy boots, button up shirts with the sleeves torn off and frayed fabric at the shoulders, and cowboy hats that had seen better days, but to top off the look they both had on black ski masks! JD laughed, “What the fuck you think ya’ll doing? Robbing a Circle-K? Boogie, go get the rest of the shit and Tripp clear the table in back and set up the cards and supplies. Let’s get a game on and have a fucking good party!” The taller of the two, Boogie, nodded and said, “Yes Boss,” as he took his hat off, slipped the ski mask off his head, tossed it onto the counter, quickly ran his fingers through his hair, put his hat back on, looked at me with a sheepish grin, and hustled out into the rain. Like JD, Boogie had a number of tats on his arms and peeking out of his shirt, I guessed also marks of the Brotherhood. While JD opened the metal tackle box and started inspecting the various bags of drugs and pipes and other paraphernalia, Tripp said in what might have been meant to be a whisper but was loud enough for me to hear, “Boss, you sure about this? You said you needed us to help rape a sissy tonight, and…well thought maybe we was going to do a kidnap like we did down in…and maybe…” JD paused, “God damn Tripp, you’ve never been the brightest bulb in the fucking box, but really?” Then JD turned to me and said, “Spread those cheeks, show him that sissy cunt.” I turned, bent forward and hiked the robe up over my ass and squealed a bit as JD rammed two thick, long fingers into my cummy hole, pulled them out, and showed my honey to Tripp. “See? Freshly primed and lubed. Now get your face down there and taste that cunt.” Tripp hesitated, but did as he was ordered and after the first lick at my hole he moaned and pulled me back to meet his tongue. That’s how Boogie found him when he came back in with the rest of the night’s supplies, with JD standing to the side, smiling to beat hell. “OK Tripp, come on now. There’s plenty of time for that and more.” We all followed JD into the dining room, which was surprisingly clean for a bachelor, or maybe he just never at in there. He set the metal box on the grand oak table and pulled out the drugs and other supplies, some pill bottles, and shit I had no idea what the stuff was. JD held his arms out in a grand sweeping motion, “Anything you could want or need, I got right here and there’s plenty more. So what can I do you for? Some Oxy? Adderall? I think you need to try snorting those. But also got coke, crystal, and G, and even a few tar balls.” Tripp arranged three chairs at the end of the table, pulled out poker chips, cards, JD placed a couple little blue pills by each, grabbed me by the back of the neck and squeezed as he pointed at them and said, “Those little fuckers are going to ensure there is not a minute tonight our dicks aren’t hard and in one of your holes, so snort up.” A few shots of liquor, drugs all around, and Boogie and Tripp stripped - Boogie in some white Fruit of the Looms that looked and smelled like they had not been washed in weeks, with several holes showing, and Tripp with no underwear who said he always freeballed. However, like JD, both men kept their boots on, and Tripp even wore his cowboy hat. The guys sat back at the dining room table – I laughed as I suddenly pictured that painting with all the dogs sitting around the table playing cards, this was just as funny - three country dudes, in boots, half naked, dicks hard as brick. JD got the party started by saying, “Alright sissy. First game’s called ‘Three Stud Draw’ and we’re the studs. Get on your fucking knees and you’re going to suck our dicks one at a time, for 30 seconds each. The first one of us to nutt get’s the kitty.” I knelt on the wood floor and got my first good look at the new dicks. Tripp’s dick was real thick at the base, skinny at the top and literally looked like a banana. It was hard as fuck and looked like it might split from all the blood pumping through it. Boogie’s dick was longer and thicker than JD’s, but a little floppy, uncut, and he had balls that looked like grapes, tiny as shit. On JD’s count, I started taking turns sucking each one of them while the others talked shit. JD urged them on as he kept the time, “Come on boys, let’s rope this sissy’s face. I want to see it covered, blind the fucker.” I had already done one round and was trying to angle Tripp’s dick down enough to get it deeper in my throat when he smacked my forehead, pushed away, and shot scalding cum all over my face, my tongue flicked to try and catch some, globs of it hit my eyes and burned like fuck, while Boogie told me, “Stay just like that a sec,” as the whir and click of a camera told me he was taking pictures. Tripp started to apologize, “Damn Boss, I’m sorry, I…but hell – I needed that.” Everyone laughed, JD then said, “Well you got the kitty for that round. You want it now or want to double down?” Tripp thought a minute, “I better double down. I need a minute.” JD then used his thumb to wipe the fresh cum out of my eye, then smeared my face with the rest before letting me lick his hand clean. The three guys sat at the table somewhat awkwardly, as all still had raging hard dicks and JD dealt the next hand. He turned his chair sideways to the table, patted his lap, so I backed right up and eased down on his dick with only slight discomfort. Boogie and Tripp’s mouths dropped open as I did a slow grind, JD laughed, “Seems like the kitty didn’t want to wait.” The guys played a few half-hearted hands, did some more drugs, JD put a plate of lines in easy reach for me, and my whole body shook a bit after I had hit them, I broke out in a sweat, my legs trembled, and things got a bit blurry. JD wrapped his left arm tight around my stomach, blew his smoke around my head and growled, “I slipped a little something extra in that batch cunt, time for your prison fuck down.” JD held me as he half stood with me still impaled on his dick, turned, took a few steps to the side and let my body drop face down onto the other end of the table. I banged my forehead pretty good and turned my head towards Boogie and Tripp who were both now standing, feverishly stroking their dicks as they watched JD position my body. Once my body had stilled, JD yanked his dick out and started slapping my ass, “TIME TO GET THAT SISSY CUNT PRISON FUCKED. SHOW YOU WHAT WE DID TO PUNK BITCHES IN THE JOINT,” then JD busted my ass ring wide open as he slammed back in balls deep in one stroke making me cry out. Boogie and Tripp were now hooting and hollering and swearing, the table was groaning, the floorboards creaking, and the storm was battering the house just like my insides were being battered. I begged and pleaded for JD to fuck me harder, for more raw dick, for his babies, but JD stopped, “YOU HEAR THAT BOYS? IF THEY BEG FOR IT, MEANS WE BEING TOO DAMN NICE.” JD now grabbed me by the hair, yanked my torso part way up, wrapped his left arm around my neck in a choke hold, clenched my right hip with his right hand, and as I started to see stars from lack of air he started to slam fuck me again imitating the delivery man, “FUCKING WORTHLESS FAGGOT, PRISON BITCH. TAKE THIS BRUDER DICK. GOING TO RIP THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN, MAKE YOU TAKE EVERY LAST ONE OF US. THOSE CUNT LIPS WILL BE SWOLLEN AND BRUISED WHEN WE’RE DONE.” JD screamed in fury as he loaded my ass again with his country cum, and no making love this time as with his dick still spasming he let go of me, pulled out, squirted his final drops on my shredded hole and said, “Next.” Tripp was up next. He turned me around, slammed me onto my back on the table, lifted my legs and just like JD slammed his dick in as hard and deep as he could. I tried to push him away, he slapped my hands, clearly not happy he did not get the kitty first, and the more I begged for it, the angrier he got, until he screamed, “GOD DAMN FUCKING SHUT UP! SOMEONE PLEASE SHUT THE BITCH UP.” Tripp was not nearly as tall or as big as JD, so he could not man handle and cover my mouth too. Boogie took care of that. Coming around the back side of the table, Boogie pulled one of the chairs out, put his right leg up on it, took his left hand and slapped my face hard a few times before literally stepping up and kneeling on the table over my head so my field of vision was nothing but his dirty white underwear. The table moaned under the weight, but it held. Boogie’s dick was now throbbing, his underwear acting like a cock ring of sorts as he set his meat free through the fly. With Tripp banging my ass, Boogie then placed one hand around my throat, squeezed, and leaned forward and forced his dick into my waiting mouth. Boogie’s dirty underwear and body covered my face while his dick rammed my throat. Tripp continued to fuck my ass until he yelled, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT – I’M CUMMING – I’M CUMMING – GOD FUCK YES!!!!” and then pulled out of my ass, jizz and ass juice now shellacking the table surface. Boogie eased off, lowered himself off the table and chair as I gasped and heaved, then wondered what was happening as Boogie pulled me further back until my head was hanging off the table. He then wrapped both hands around my throat, squeezed, and at that angle was able to pretty much force his dick right past my gag reflex. My legs jerked, my body thrashed, as Boogie held me in place, filling my throat with his dick. Spit and snot flew out of my mouth and nose as he gag fucked me and once his shaft was coated good and thick with gut juice he pulled out, rolled me off the table and onto the floor, lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and plowed my ass. JD and Tripp had opened me up but I still cried out in pain as Boogie was bigger and the angle allowed him to thrust right into my gut walls. Boogie put his full weight behind each thrust and as he bent forward, he placed both hands over nose and mouth framing his lustful leer over the edge of his clasped fingers. I started to go limp and see stars again, so Boogie relaxed his grip just enough to let a sliver of air into my lungs then clamped back down and fucked away. The drugs, lack of air, intense fucking, all combined to make my body and mind swim and lose focus as Boggie churned my ass like he was making ice cream with all that boy butter in my hole. The next few hours were a haze of raw dick, being manhandled, spit, piss, and pleasing those three country men any way they wanted. I was back in JD’s old bed and the sun was streaming through the window when I finally started to come back to my senses. JD had my legs up and was eating my ass out again, so I pressed his head into my hole and moaned in pleasure. He looked up, “Ahh, so you’re back with us. How you feeling this morning?” I just groaned a little, feeling aches, pains, and a headache to beat hell. JD laughed, shoved a couple fingers into my tender ass and worked them around, “DAMN that’s a good cunt! Let me tell you, the boys left hear happy as pigs in shit and you took everything – and I mean fucking everything – we could dish out like a champ! But before I take you back, I got one more load for you.” JD then spent the next hour making love to my body, and me to his, before we showered. He found me a pair of pants to wear and an old t-shirt, both of which were far too big, and we hopped into his truck and headed back to the RV. The sun was peaking over the trees and shimmering off the calm surface of the lake when we pulled into the rest area and next to the RV. Pa came bounding out of the RV looking ready to fight, but as JD casually climbed out of the truck and stood literally toe-to-toe with him, starkly showing their difference in height and size, Pa eased off, ran his hand through his hair, “We was worried, that’s all. He’s not been well. Needs his medicine. Go inside now. Brett will take care of you.” JD calmly told Pa that it took a while to find the part needed, then the storm hit, cattle got out, a tree came down across the road, and he and I worked all night to get shit settled to get back here even though I had been sick as a dog from food poisoning likely, so he best step the fuck off, and no, I wasn’t going inside quit yet, he needed me to help install the part so why didn’t Pa just get back the fuck inside the RV and try starting it when he tells him. Pa groveled and whimpered, which made me sort of disgusted, but did as JD asked and went back inside while Brett just shrugged and ambled off down towards the lake. I walked with JD to the back of the RV, he pulled open the panel to the engine, set down his big tool box, opened it, and handed me a small black, metal box that he pulled out from a paper bag. JD whispered, “If you ever got something you want to hide, use this. See these magnets? Just stick this box up under this ridge here on the metal frame. No one will ever find it.” He slid the cover to the box back, pulled out a piece of paper and pen, and showed me a number, “That’s my phone. You need to reach me, if things go tits up with these two and no matter what you say I don’t think things with them are cool. Something’s a bit queer going on here – strange – anyways – call me, collect.” I took the pen and wrote in small numbers below his another number and the name ‘Billy’. JD looked at me, “Who’s Billy?” I scrunched my face hard, it literally hurt to think and I knew it was a number someone told me to use, just couldn’t quite put my finger on it, so just said, “Another friend I think. Thanks.” JD smiled, hid my secret box, handed me a baggy of powder so I could do a few snorts which made me feel way better, then he got to work fixing the RV. About 10 minutes later the RV sputtered and roared back to life, JD ruffled my hair, gave me a big smile, and I helped him load his gear into his truck. Pa came out of the RV and shook JD’s hand and tried to hand him another bag of weed. JD waved him off, “No need, all the work your boy did last night to help me out more than paid for the part. Keep it. Drive safe ya’ll and I’ll see you up at the state fair.” Pa was glaring at me fierce as JD pulled away, but didn’t say a word as I climbed into the RV and immediately went into the back and laid down on the bed. The RV lurched as Pa got us headed out onto the road, Brett came in, put his cigarette out and I could tell he wanted to ask about last night, but he didn’t. He just took out the leather case that held the needle and juice for my shots, filled up two big syringes, and as he emptied them into my arms I drifted off thinking about JD and how much my ass was throbbing from the country dick down. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 11: The State Fair – Cum in This Ride **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Previously… Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in. Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?” Right so… Mac nodded at Pedro and started looking around for the drugs tray. Finn and Pedro were the ones who’d been shown how to divvy up the lines, so we all took a bit of a break while the lads sorted out the tray. Andrew and Kieran went to cleanse again – the others had literally fucked the shit out of them. I was pretty impressed with Andrew’s first time fucking skills. I must get him coked up more often. JP and I had just finished changing the bed sheets (the old ones were almost hard as a rock by now with all the dried lube and sweat) when we saw Richard come in with two shot-glasses with half an eye-dropper of G in each of them and a half-full tetra-pak of orange juice. I knew what that meant. We were out of Irn Bru and all other sweet fizzy drinks. Fuck! In sex parties you can run out of lube, as I mentioned before, and things can grind (or chafe!) to a halt. However in drug fuelled parties, if you run out of sugary drinks it can also put a huge dampener on things. With ecstasy - you need to keep your electrolytes up cause you sweat so much, and with G you need to have something sweet to mask the brutal taste of it. I was hoping Richard wouldn’t mention a shop-run. Some shops would be open on a Sunday morning but I didn’t want to go through the “horrors” of a shop-run. I’d be super paranoid that everyone could tell that I’m high, ugh, no fuckin way. I could imagine it now. The check-out girl in the Tesco giving you serious side-eye as you stock up on lube and fizzy drinks. Some old dear behind you in the queue burning her disapproving glare into your back! Some breeder’s kid pointing at the bottles of lube and saying “what’s that daddy?”. Nah – fuck that. Done enough of them in my time. Richard laughed at me when he saw the dawning look of horror on my face. “Don’t worry Stuart, we’ve got it covered. Don will be heading back this way before we need to top up again and he says he’ll bring supplies. He may have a couple who’ll want to play with us too.” This was mixed news to me. While I loved novelty, and a new couple meant two new asses to fuck and/or dicks to be fucked by, I was also wary of Don, cause he fucked me so roughly last time. As I was thinking about this and knocking back my G and orange juice, the other lads filed back in. Kieran and Andrew were still a bit damp from the shower and were messing about with each-other. Finn, Pedro and Mac came in with the drugs tray and Pedro got everyone’s attention. “Right lads, so what we have here is enough K for everyone – roughly two lines of the stuff which should give you a solid trip in about 5 to 10 minutes. Now remember it’s gonna make you feel very trippy so if you’re not up for it, feel free to give it a miss – more for us then” He looked around at each of us. I knew by looking at them that JP, Andrew and Kieran were all a little wary, but noone spoke up. Pedro handed around the tray with newly chopped straws. I was curious about the straws – why we always needed new ones, but Richard told me later that seemingly there is a small risk of blood transmission if everyone snorts using the same tube – news to me! Looking back I never copped at the time how bizarre it was that Pedro would be so careful about drug tubes, and still only want to fuck bareback. Anyways, by the time the tray was passed to me there were only two lines left. I snorted up mine – got a little bit of a strange numb metallic taste off of it. After snorting the K, I surveyed the scene. JP and Mac were at the back of the bed again, this time sitting up against the wall and jacking eachother. Kieran and Andrew were bent over the right side of the bed away from the window – they’d asked Finn and Richard to check their arses to make sure they were clean. Kieran had obviously liked my chat-up line from earlier. I couldn’t see the lads (Richard and Finn) from this angle, but looking at the faces of the two of them, I presumed Richard was behind Andrew from his facial expressions of shock and bliss. He was nearer to me and easier to check behind him… I leaned over. Yep, there was Richard doing his Mr Miyagi thing. I turned around to Pedro who was also in survey mode, figuring out who he’d join. When I’m high on E in a sex party I tend to want to try everyone at least once. I’ve other friends who just want to be with one guy, and secrete themselves somewhere off in a distant bedroom. I never really got that type – why would they bother going to a sex party in the first place and not simply go for a website hook-up then? Friends tell me it’s about finding a guy with the right chemistry, but for me, when I’m high on E – I just want a whole mess of guys – the more the better. Get that dick in me! And that one! And that one there! And where d’you think you’re going? – Join the queue! I looked over at Pedro. “C’mere papi” I said, grinning like a twat. I sat on the bed and he walked in between my outstretched legs, his cock bobbing at head level. I took the invite and swallowed as much of him as I could. Looking up at Pedro while blowing him was hot, he was tweaking his nipples and gurning his lips. Pedro had a very active mouth when high – he probably ground his teeth too – but the biggest thing I remember is the way he’d make ridiculous faces while under the influence of any uppers – E, Coke, Mephedrone, all of em. For me it’s always hot to see this fucked up drugs-face – smacking your lips, rolling your eyes, running your tongue along the front of your teeth over and over again. I see a guy like that and all I think is – fuck – I want some of what he’s having! I think that and I also think, how do I get this guy alone!? I remember calling out to a guy’s place in Byron Bay in Australia. I chatting to him online from the hostel I was in (again before smart phones and grindr). The guy (early 50s, killer beach bum bod, mohawk, lots of piercings, sleazy as fuck, just the way I like em) was really into lycra and wanted me to model some wrestling singlets and speedos for him, cause he saw I was hung on my Gaydar profile. When I went there, the lad was flying high as a kite – lip-smacking, rubbing his nose, bugging his eyes out and forgetting the thread of our chat every five seconds or so. As I copped it, I could see his paranoia rising or as I like to call it “the Fear” as he knew I knew he was high. I just looked at him and smiled and said “just point me to where your speedos are that you want me to wear, and while I’m trying them on, maybe you could roll up some more of whatever you’ve been smoking and share it?” He laughed at that and we went on to have a very hot session with eachother on weed and coke (and also tag-teamed another fuckbud of his that he had “doublebooked” later that night – man that was fuckin hot – but I digress). Pedro pushed me off his cock back onto the bed and got up beside me. We were lying facing each-other on the left lower quarter near the chair. He ran his hand sensually down my shoulder, along my flank, making a slow throaty purr as he ran his fingers down, fingertips just skating over my skin, ever so slowly over my stomach and down to my cock. “Fucking hell chico, I love this milky white skin of yours” I’d leaned in to kiss the rose-tattoo on his pec and looked back up at his face. He was chewing on his lower lip and looking over the guys fucking on the bed (Richard and Finn were now starting to fuck Andrew and Kieran respectively). I looked down to his throbbing wet dick. “You wanna fuck too?” I asked him. He looked back to me and chuckled, “yeah chico that’d be nice”. He was slurring his words into a drawl at this stage. I wasn’t quite sure how many drugs I or Pedro had taken up until now, but our high was getting a little odd – mostly euphoric and delicious and wonderful, but also a little disconnected. I shook it off and positioned myself doggy-style on the bed. Pedro handed me some poppers and knelt behind me and started to slip his cock in. At this stage of the night there was very little resistance, I just breathed in the poppers and then as the surge of want washed over me, I signalled to Pedro to shove the rest in. I sighed in relief as I once again felt whole – there was a cock up my ass – everything was right with the world. Pedro was thrusting into me with an odd on-again-off-again rhythm. He leaned down over my shoulder. “How’s that feel chico?” “Ah yeah, that’s the stuff Pedro… but steadier eh?” and I ground my open hole back onto him, his cock bottoming out in me, “I need you in me, fast and deep, more regular” With that he pulled out, bending his rock-hard 9 inches at my hole and waited. “What the fuck Pedro? Get it in there!” I put my hands behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. Nothing. I winked my hole at him, “C’mon Pedro, what you waiting for?” He smirked and said “Beg for it, you bossy fuck!” “What?” “I wanna hear you beg me chico! I’m the one in charge here” “Really? Um..” I was feeling pretty dizzy at this stage and normally would have been into the roleplay but I was just feeling a bit out of sync with Pedro – like I wasn’t getting into his rhythm. “…ok, fine” I said cockily with a smirk of my own, “I’ll take my hole where it’s appreciated!” The look on Pedro’s face was priceless as I picked myself up and on my knees, scooted up to the two lads up top – Mac and JP. Mac at this point was sitting facing me being blown by JP. Meanwhile JP himself was being blown by Kieran. I looked at Mac’s rock-hard monster of a bottle cock – and touched JP on the shoulder. He looked up at me as I guided his face up off of Mac. I asked “can I take over for a bit”. JP smiled and cupped my jaw to kiss me. Moving up over Mac’s legs, positioning his cock under my hole, I stopped kissing JP and turned to Mac and asked, “is this seat taken” and then sat down on his holewrecker of a cock. Now I’d love to say I slid down in one slick smooth motion, but honesty where it’s due – it took three hits of poppers before I got that monster two thirds into me. Mac was delighted I finally felt brave enough and JP was egging me on and holding the poppers for me and even feeding them to me – pressing one nostril closed at a time for me to sniff them, while I used both my hands to balance my squatting position on the bed. Even Pedro forgot our play-tiff and came up behind me and helped hold Mac’s cock steady for me. Air’s “Sexy Boy” was playing in the background as I stuffed him into me in stages, and fuck it if the cocktail of drugs wasn’t making me feel just that – sexy as fuck and surrounded by hot lads. To start with I got his head to shove in easily enough through my asslips, and it didn’t take too long for my ass to get used to it. I passed JP the poppers cause my hands were pretty lubey and it was getting hard to open them. JP, mindreader that he was, took them and without direction fed ’em to me twice at each nostril – yer a star JP! Mac’s cock felt enormous, my sphincter felt like a taut elastic band around him as I got down to two thirds. Aussies have a great word for fucking – “to root” and right now I felt like Mac had put a fuckin tree-root in me – this huge heavy unyielding mass filling me up. I could feel Pedro’s breath behind my shoulder as he came up to rub my ass cheeks and hold Mac’s cock in place, although the caverject made sure there was no hope of it buckling. I looked to him as he started to tentatively get some movement going. I nodded and he began a slow pace. I was sitting on him and started to syncopate it – I think that’s the right word – as in, to match his pace with an equal but opposite rhythm and by doing so double the distance he went out and in again. I still kept it to two thirds deep – y’know – a normal cock’s depth. A little time into this and I started finding it tough to keep the timing right. I remember leaning over to Kieran, who’d been snogging JP while being powerfucked by Finn and leaning over to tease JP and him into a threeway snog. However as I did that I pulled out a little two much and fell onto my right knee and was rewarded by a gutpunch of a fuck by Mac as he finally pushed that last third into me. Though here’s the odd part, it didn’t hurt as I thought it would. In fact it really didn’t hurt at all. I was delighted with this and pulled back from the lads and experimentally got back into my squat to try a few proper thrusts. Bingo! My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock. I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect.

I swear there's no place like New York for hot men and sex anywhere, anytime you want it. Last night I was so horny just thinking about Cumunion that I decided to warm up at the East Side Club. I admit I had almost given up on that place, since my last visit i felt like the Omega Man. Last night, on the other hand, it was hopping at 8:30. I was making out with a very sexy guy with a beard in his room within five minutes. He was so handsome, he just stopped me in my tracks. The rooms are tiny and you almost can't help having your ass hang off the bed if you're kneeling to suck a hot cock, and his was beautiful. He must have opened the door, or maybe I hadn't closed it completely after I let myself in. Probably the latter, cuz this dude was looking like a god to me. Pretty soon a small but muscled black guy was standing in the door. As I was kneeling to chow down on my host's cock, balls, and furry hole, he must have waved the dude in. He started playing with my ass, which must have seemed like an open invitation for anyone passing by. The black dude smelled great--slightly stake sweat and salt that are almost as good as poppers. He had those, too, I was still focused on the first guy's cock but the black dude put one hand on the back of my head, encouraging me to keep sucking. With his other, he put some lube on my crack and really slowly started sliding a finger up and down my crack. No objection from me when he maneuvered into position behind me and pressed his cock against my hole. I'm sure I moaned with pleasure. The dude I was sucking certainly did, and said, Fuck, yeah! I wanted that hole but you take it first." Both of them were feeding me poppers and by that point I was a bitch in heat. The black guy was gentle but firm, nice hard cock but not huge. Thanks to lube, kneeling with my ass in the air, a hot cock down my throat, and a muscle dude wanting my ass, I totally caved and told myself just to give it up, forget about controlling the situation, and go with it. I can't remember the last time a top started to "long dick" me. At least I think that's what it's called when a guy digs deep, pulls all the way out, and then enters just as your hole is closing up. It was an incredible feeling, like getting fucked for the first time every few seconds! It's clear he loved tagging a white boy's ass and he kept asking if I liked black cock. Fuck, yeah! I had plenty of warning I was gonna be flooded at both ends. The guy whose room we were in kept saying "I want some of that," but the black dude never let up. He kept my head down, telling me to work on the cock filling my throat. He told me I was their bitch and asked if I was gonna behave like one. The sound of his balls slapping my ass was amazing. I was sure the whole ESC could hear us. Just as I was getting sore from his steady in, then out, then in, pulling out, then single thrust in deep. My head was spinning from poppers and it felt like the whole room was speeding up. The guy under me blew first. He just flooded my mouth! There was too much cum to savor, and I had to swallow to keep up--not exactly what I'd planned to do. Next the black dude sank his cock in deep and lierally growled as he ground his cock into me and pushed in so deep I was totally flattened. I couldn't feel him shooting inside but I could definitely feel cum leaking out as he withdrew his cock for the ladt time. Lots of satisfied sighs, wiping sweat off, mopping up, high fives, and patting of my well-used ass. We parted ways drained (or in my case, full to the brim with fresh seed), smiling, and totally wiped out the way tops and bottoms should be. God bless New York.

The only kind of beer I like is recycled beer. From the tap. Like foxboy said, the more fluids the pisser takes in throughout the day, the clearer the piss becomes. If you don't ever acquire the taste for rank piss, make sure the man you are drinking from has kept himself hydrated throughout the day. And stay away from morning piss. But, fuck! What a rush to drink a man's piss. Straight from his cock into my mouth. Wish more were into that.

Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…

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I'm generally not a one issue person and I consider myself more center-left, however, I will never support anyone who is anti gay. I will not compromise. If you cannot handle me being gay, then you will never get my vote.

There is a belief that gay people are supposed all be loyal to the most left-wing political party, and for any gay person to dissent from a social-democratic agenda or otherwise think independently is a form of treason.

We live in an awesome time! Grindr is like the best invention ever. The following story is 100% true. The names are changed for good reason. It was a Friday night and I had been stood up by the guy with whom I had been talking to for a few weeks. However, as I'm the kind of guy who has more than one plan, I pulled-out my phone and texted John, another guy with whom I had been talking to on and off, but with whom I had never met. As it turned-out, John had also been stood up for a date, and while that's a sad tale, it worked out for me! So John and I made plans to meet up. I went to the bathroom and made all necessary preparations for an evening that I wasn't even sure would happen. I told John ahead of time we'd see, but that I wouldn't just fuck him for the sake of fucking (that was a lie). It was a warm night, and we decided to go to the drive in, they were playing a triple feature. It would be a long night, plenty of time to hang out, talk, get to know one another. Then we would see where it went. So, we get there, movie number one comes on. We talk a bit, get the standard talk out of the way. Where ya from, what do you do for work, hobbies, etc etc blah blah. I turned and looked at him dead in the eye and asked "Did you bring any lube tonight?" "Yeah, but I thought we weren't gonna fool around. I thought we were gonna just talk." I chuckled and replied "Yeah, we did that: you work for (x) you like (x) etc etc blah blah. Now I want my hole stuffed full of dick. You wanna fuck?" "Fuck yeah" was his simple reply, "but I don't have any condoms." "Did I ask if you brought condoms? I need your cum balls deep in my ass, as many times as you can shoot over the next three movies." I then slid his basketball shorts down around his ankles and took his semi into my mouth, sucking him to a full erection. (Side note: car sex us hot, but confining.) When he was at full stature, I looked up at him, let his cock slap out of my mouth and onto his chest with a solid thwap as I undid my belt and slid my pants off. Guiding his face to my dick, he sucked me, fingering my hole at the same time. I had to try to be quiet as the drive-in was somewhat crowded and the car windows were down. We were in the backseat, radio on, and lights off. As John worked his fingers into my hungry ass I started bucking up into his mouth with my hard cock. He pulled out of me, and off of me and I game him a WTF? look. He grabbed the lube, slathered-up his cock and my hole and asked "Are you ready?" I looked him dead in the eyes and replied "Fuck me," and boy, did he. He started off slow, sliding just the tip inside, he leaned in and kissed me. While we were kissing he rammed the rest of his cock home smacking my prostate and making my dick jump. We got into a steady rhythm, hard fast slow steady. His raw dick see sawing in and out of my tight hole in a few different positions (again: car sex has limitations). After about ten minutes he looked me in the eye and said "Fuck man, your ass is tight. It feels awesome on my dick! I'm getting close, where...." I cut off his question replying "Balls deep, man, breed me!" With that John grunted and shot rope after rope of his seed inside of my tight hole causing me to blow my cum all over the interior of the car. He stayed inside me until he went soft and slipped-out. We then watched the end of the first movie. If there is demand there will be part 2 and 3

I would love to take a nice BBC in my tight ass. While I've never been bred by a BBC, I surly hope to one day soon.

Previously… Andrew pulled out a small diary and said to Harry “Which of the following days are you free next week?” Myself and JP giggled as Harry looked over the diary, and said, pencil me in for “Thursday afternoon”. Andrew looked over at us too – “boys, you’re welcome to join in if you’re free?” “maybe-e-e-e” I managed to giggle out as JP started nibbling my earlobe. Harry grabbed Andrew by his shirt collar and kissed him full on the mouth and then said, “alrighty boys, have fun, Stuart I’ll call you tomorrow” and with that left. After he left, my body quickly let me know I couldn’t hold in JP’s pee any more, Andrew and I swapped seats. I hadn’t been expecting to douche twice in one night, but fuck it. As we all showered and dried off, Andrew said to me, “I didn’t expect you to get that into roleplaying with JP Stuart? You seemed to just go for it!” I just turned to them and said “and what’s it matter to you, ya wee Taig cunt?” and left the bathroom. Right so… Andrew caught up with me in the hallway with JP. The two of them looked a bit shocked. “How’d you know we called each-other that? “Well lads, it was hardly rocket science. Andrew- you’ve been asking me to do your Northern Irish police-IRA fantasy with you for ages, and now you’ve got someone else from the North… Andrew and JP seemed to relax with that answer. JP turned to Andrew and whispered “you’ll always be my Fenian terrorist bastard!” Andrew laughed and replied “and you’ll always be my proddy Queen-loving scum”, and leaned in to passionately kiss JP there in the hall, so I went in for the kill… “…also the fact that I saw it all recorded on Pedro’s phone a few hours ago, helps too” Andrew and JP jolted apart with that bit of info. “Jesus H Christ”, JP blurted out, “I knew he didn’t fuckin delete it!” “What do you mean lads? You didn’t know you were being recorded?” “No Stuart, we knew that, but Pedro promised us he’d delete it.” “Well if it’s any consolation I wasn’t meant to see it. He’d just taken a recording of him fucking me and wanted to show it to me, and my fingers slipped while he was pounding me. I ended up opening this whole library of homemade porn on his phone” Andrew turned back to JP. “JP, we’re gonna have to get that phone, if anyone sees that back home, I’m royally fucked”. I turned back to them, “Lads, I think I have a plan.” Back in the kitchen Pedro, Finn and Mac were tag-teaming Richard against the counter. On the other counter was the drugs tray and Pedro’s phone by the sink. A pumping bassline could be heard from the living-room – someone finally sorted the music out – it sounded like a club-remix but was still fairly pop-adjacent – there was Robyn’s None of Dem, a remix of Britney’s Gimme More – stuff like that. At least Harry wasn’t around to complain. To be honest, as I tapped Pedro on the back and he stepped aside to give me a whack at Richard’s very lubey ass, I had kinda gotten into the music. It was lyrics-lite but at the same time had a decent bass and rhythm for fucking. Richard’s ass felt like warm butter, there was a lot of lube (and was that cum?) already dripping onto my cock and pubes. He noticed the change of partner and turned back to pull me into him. As we made eye contact, he smiled and grabbed my hips with his hands and pulled me fully into him. “Get in there!” he uttered and his over-the-shoulder dilated-drunk gaze said it all, he needed me to fuck him till he was raw. Refreshed from JP’s MDMA piss, I pulled out to tip, slapped his ass with a cupped hand (I’ve done African drumming in the past, so I know how to really fucking slap an ass – get a drummer friend to slap you like a Djembe and you’ll know what I’m on about) and slammed my cock back into him. Richard’s eyes rolled. “Fucking nice!” he said. I laughed and continued to pull almost out, and slam back in. While this was going on I saw Pedro preparing up some lines and chopping straws for JP and Andrew. The boys were on their knees and had to take a break from sucking Finn and Mac’s cocks to snort some of the coke or MDMA – it looked the same to me. Pedro confirmed it was the last of the MDMA I’d paid for (with fuckin’ bruises on my arse – thank you Don!) and that they’d been waiting for us to come back to use it. As he handed me the tray and the straw, he asked me if I wanted another couple of my pills – ah I still had about a days’ supply of pills – life was fuckin good! I said I’d wait a little and snorted two lines of MDMA off the tray I’d balanced on Richard’s back (who was kind enough to stay still). Pedro showed me where he’d put my pills in the kitchen, and said he’d brought all the stuff from the living room cause he’d got a bit paranoid about glass shards in the living room. As he handed the tray to Richard, he asked me if I could feel the MDMA kicking in yet? As if on cue, Robyn’s lyrics cut in from the living room singing “none of these drugs get me high”. In complete opposite, I started to feel the MDMA activate in my bloodstream, I could hear my heartbeat increase and closed my eyes as they began to throb to the rhythm of my heart. Pedro’s voice faded to the background as the MDMA high rushed through my system. It’s always been a mixed bag with me and MDMA – either it comes on strong as fuck or barely anything happens – and it’s not because of a bad cut – I’ve had friends get fucked up on it while I’m sitting there twiddling my thumbs. However this stuff was electric, and I could feel it spreading through every capillary of my body, strengthening with every lub and dub of my hearbeat. Quickly that’s what I was all about – rhythm. I fell in against Richard’s sweat-covered back (luckily he’d just done his lines and passed the tray back to Pedro), and pushing down on his shoulders, the MDMA high made me focussed so all my thoughts were about the best position and I had the energy to sustain a high-powered fuck. Reaching my right hand to Richard’s hips I pushed his hips down as we both pushed our feet out to the side. Satisfied with the level he was at, it might have been a bit awkward for him to hold, but Richard was a trooper, I pulled my hands back to his hips and started to rabbit-fuck that poor hole. Pedro looked on, eyes black and sneering lips, as he gurned and jacked himself looking at me take Richard’s ass for a proper spin. Getting down on his back, he slid himself under our pounding slapping smacking bodies and slid under us, opening his mouth for all the cum and lube and sweat that was dripping from our fucking. I was fucking Richard like I wanted to push my pelvis through to occupy the same point in space and time as his. Laws of Relativity be damned, I wanted to break physics for this fuck. I tightened my grip on his sweat-drenched hips and sped up. I twisted and flowed with the rhythm as I visualised my fuck as an x-ray. Those blue angels must have been laced with LSD, with the shite I was seeing. I kept seeing these blue-white images of two x-rayed pelvises clashing together in different conformations, as the tempo steadily increased. I pounded Richard ferociously. I could hear him at a distance repetitively going “Ah ah ah ah…” His grunts came in rapid succession as I slam-fucked his ass. I cupped my hand and slapped his cheeks too for extra accompaniment. Our pelvises met like clapping hands. I was making a thumping fuck-music, with my drummer’s slaps, Pedro’s cries egging me on, and Richard’s ragged gasps all serving as a counterpoint. The rest of the world around me went quiet – all there was, was this beat. I was a perfectly oiled fucking machine pushing in and out of this beautiful fuck-hole. My vision was blinkered so that I was in a perfect night-black sea of fucking, the only bright image being Richard’s slapped-raw-red ass. I don’t know how long this went on, but eventually I felt a hand at my crotch slowing me down, and two hands hooked around my waist pulling me off of him. I had to blink a few times to take in the painful lights and the terrible feeling of there not being a piece of ass on my still thrusting cock. “Stuart” I heard someone distant say. “Chico!” That was Pedro. Mac and Pedro had pulled me off Richard after Richard had begged me for the third time to stop pounding him. He was wobbly in getting to his feet across from me. He looked over at me with a mix of hurt and gratitude. I saw cum still dripping from his cock. After they propped me up against the kitchen counter, Pedro waved Mac back to the bedroom where the others had gone to fuck. Pedro looked at Richard and then at me. “You guys ok?” “Yeah”, Richard croaked, “you go on”. “Yeah” I mumbled, still a bit disconnected. Pedro got up and left us in the kitchen. I looked at Richard and started to apologise, but he cut me off. “Stuart, say nothing” he interrupted me. “That was some fuck! I can count on my hand the amount of times I’ve come while on E. So, no fucking apologies. The guys were able to make sure you didn’t get too out of hand.” He grimaced as he rubbed his glowing-red ass. I could see distinct handprints at the edges of the redness – which I guess meant all the rest of the red was overlaid slap-marks – fuck – I slapped the shit out of him! He saw me staring and getting a bit pale with my realisation of how brutal I’d been. “Stuart, I’m fine. Honestly. I’m actually a bit chuffed. I haven’t had a fuck like that in years. I must have cum buckets into Pedro’s mouth. Richard poured me a glass of water from the tap. “Here”, he indicated. I took the glass from him and sipped. My mind was still starting to unwind from the fast paced fucking-mode I’d been in. All my senses, all those that were unnecessary to fucking, were waking up again and confusing me. Richard sat beside me for a while and after a little while he was successful in talking me out of my twitchy-paranoid high state to a more relaxed one. When he was sure I was calming down a little, he kissed me on the forehead and said he was off to check out the computer and would be in the guest bedroom shortly. Richard left the door ajar and then I was alone in the kitchen. After a while of staring at the opposite counter (it could have been ten minutes or an hour – time is a bit loose on E) I remembered there was something I was meant to do. I didn’t know what but I knew it was on the opposite counter by the sink. I got up, kinda shakily, and made my way to the area by the sink. I saw Pedro’s phone and pressed the menu button. It lit up. It wasn’t locked. Suddenly I remembered what I had planned with JP and Andrew – it all came tumbling back. I looked over at the living room door and fully closed it. Turning my attention back to the phone, I started going through the gallery. Then opening the video files I looked for mine and saw there was a more recent one. It was of me and Richard. Pedro had taken a video of us a little while after I started. I saw how high I looked as I started to drag Richard into a good fuck position and then start pounding him mechanically. Thank fuck Richard was high too, cause I think if he hadn’t he would have run for the hills – I was insatiable! I was punishing his poor hole with my pace and power. I was thinking, “how did I not notice Pedro having a phone the whole time?” and that’s when I noticed Pedro in the shot, sliding in under the two of us, which meant someone else was shooting – probably Mac, I thought. As I clicked through the video, I then saw the option to send them via email and thought first of Pedro’s phonebill, but then thought “fuck it, he wasn’t thinking of my privacy” and sent the ones containing me and Andrew and JP to my email before deleting them. As I went back through the other files I saw one titled titled “Don/Joao/Emmett” – and my thinking at the time was that maybe I could use this to curry favour with Don if Pedro got pissed off that I deleted his porn stash. I’m still not sure exactly what motivated me to send it, but it went with the others to my email account and was deleted. Then I deleted the sent emails and set the phone back on the counter. Seeing Finn’s tracksuit pants piled in the corner of the counter I picked them up and put the phone under them. I hoped Pedro would be too high to remember his phone for the next while and by the time he did, we’d all be finished. I heard the hall door open and looked over to see Finn and Mac come in. Finn laughed when he saw me and clapped his hands, saying “well done Stuart, you sure fucked the hell out of Richard!” Mac reached over to sink and picked up the drugs tray. They turned to go back to the bedroom. Mac turned his head back to me, “you coming?” I started to reply when I heard the doorbell. I replied, “I’ll be in just after I get that” and grabbed a towel from the floor.

Well, I reported on this in another thread. It was in 1977 (before internet existed), when I was 17, about to turn 18. I had just moved away from home to study in a big city. I had never had sex with a guy but knew girls didn't interest me and guys made me horny. Just after I had moved I found out there was a sex shop near to where I lived. Was nervous but went there and asked to see a gay movie (first time). There was a hot guy, maybe late 20s/early 30s behind the desk. I went into the booth and started jacking to the movie. Moments later the door opened and the desk guy came in. He had closed the shop. He dropped his pants and fed me his cock. I sucked it (first time) and then he turned me around, lubed himself up and fucked me. I wasn't prepared of course but luckily there was no 'accident'. He fucked me for about ten minutes while I was still watching the movie, eventually shooting his load up my ass. I went back many times on the same day of the week when I knew he was working. Eventually, however, I discovered the park around the corner from where I lived actually turned into a cruising site at night. From then I cruised the park late at night , which, as I was a poor student, saved me the video fee. I was fucked hundreds of time in the park. At first I was picky but later on I let any horny guy have a go at my ass. The cruising in the park was incredibly hot, seeing men move around and fuck and suck between the trees and bushes. Eyeing me in my tight jeans and hot butt (still 17/18 yo) and invite me over to join them. I cruised the park most nights of the week, going commando in my jeans (easy access) and then sneaked back into the house where my room was late at night before going to class the next day.

'What the fuck did I just do?' I thought. I had just let a stranger fuck me bareback and now he just told me he had filled my ass with poz spunk. Fucking strangers bareback was like playing Russian roulette but a lot more fun. You never know if there was a live round in the chamber and now I had had a live round fired up my ass. I looked around the room wondering if they were all poz. "We're all toxic, cumbag and you're going to get at least one load from all of us. Check out the screen" and he pointed to a TV on the wall. It was my ass on the screen. He had written neg cunt for poz spunk with an arrow to my fuck hole. Then I saw someone make a mark for the first load. I started to say something but he had his cock up to my mouth telling me to lick it clean. His cock tasted like ass and cum and it was getting me even more excited. He growled "Smile fuck pig. This is a live cam show! Now, beg for more poz seed." Why was the thought of getting my ass used as cum dump for poz seed getting me so turned on? And doing it on a live cam show. All I knew was that I was craving to be fucked and pozzed, so I found myself responding "Yes, fuck my cunt with your poz infected cock and fill me up. Plant that bug deep in my ass. I want all your toxic poz sperm in my ass." Another cock was rammed up my ass. It hurt like hell but I loved it. "I've got a weeks worth of cum saved up for you, cumbag" he snarled as he rammed his hard rod deep into my fuck hole. Unbidden, words came from my lips: "Give it to me hard and deep. Fuck yeah, ram your poz infected fuck stick into my cunt and plant your seed good and deep! Bug my hole, you mother fucker! Fill my cunt with that satanic toxic poz spunk." His pace slowed as he let out a deep guttural moan and I felt his balls release their full load of spunk in my ass. I reached between my legs and squeezed his balls, commanding "Every last drop, mother fucker!" I kept his balls in a firm grip until he was thoroughly drained. He came around and presented his cum-and-ass-slime coated cock for me to clean-up. Which, of course, I did. Even as I did so, however, another cock had been shoved up my ass. It must have been huge and I gasped. As I was trying to catch my breath someone else went down on his knees in front of me, spread his ass cheeks, and commanded me saying "Lick my fuck hole, you faggot pig." I started licking his ass probing it with my tongue. He pulled away for a second so I could get a look at his fuck hole. A bio hazard tattoo surrounded his fuck hole, the tissue of which was swollen and had obviously been fucked a lot. He pushed his ass back into my face. "Lick my toxic bug infected hole, yeah, get your tongue in good and deep." His ass was sweaty and strongly smelled, so I hesitated, but when he grunted "Clean my shit hole good you faggot fuck pig," I slid my tongue in his hole, even as my ass was being pounded hard and deep. Some one grabbed my head and thrust a cock into my face, saying "Spit on that fuck stick and lube it up." I did as I was told. It was a nice cock about seven inches in length. There was a scorpion tattoo on the top of the shaft and lightning bolt tattoos on the sides. The shaft was thick but the head was huge. I started to put it in my mouth to suck on it but he pulled away saying "Not yet bitch. You can lick it after I fuck that sperm dump you been lickin'." With that he straddled the guy whose ass I had been licking and pushed the big cock head into the toxic fuck hole. He had to push hard to get that monster cock head in but finally he managed and his whole cock slid in up to his balls which were bigger than any balls I've ever seen on a man. "Now lick my balls while I dump my toxic seed in this cum dump." I did as I was told licking his huge sweaty balls. The guy pounding his cock in my cum pit slowed his pace and held it in as deep as he could get as his balls released a torrent of hot toxic sperm deep in side my fuck canal. I could feel his cock head pulse over and over again as he just kept squirting more and more of bug infected cum up my ass. I could feel his hot seed running down my balls as it leaked out past his cock with each pulse. Someone wiped the cum off my balls and smeared it all around the ass, balls and cock that were in my face. Greedily I consumed it all. No sooner was the spent cock withdrawn from my cunt was it was replaced by another that felt like it was almost as large as the previous cock. Meanwhile the bull who had his ass in my face let out a moan and emptied his balls into that toxic bug hole, moaning "Oh fuck that feels good." Then he withdrew his cock and presented his slimy, cum and ass juice covered cock, for me to clean-up. As I took it into my mouth I noticed he was still drooling cum as he ordered "Time for you to give some back fuck pig! Stick your negative cock in that poz bug pit." Now I just love sticking my cock in a cum filled fuck hole but I also love licking cum from a freshly fucked ass. There was cum dripping out of his fuck hole and it just looked so fucking hot. I leaned forward to lick it but was grabbed roughly. "What the fuck do you think you're doing piggy? Did you hear anyone ask you to lick that poz pit? Don't worry you'll get as much bug juice to drink as you can handle! Now, fuck that bug hole!" I straddled him and slid my cock up his infested cum pit. This left my ass exposed and I was immediately rewarded with another cock in my ass. "Ohh fuck yes" I gasped, adding "Fuck me with another poz infected dick, man. Fuck me! Bug my hole with your poz injector death stick." "You like that AIDS maker in your ass faggot?" "Yes, infect me with your AIDS bug!" My cock was ass deep in poz ass as my own ass was being pounded. I pushed back against the cock in my ass so I could work my own cock in and out of the bug hole I was fucking. Each time I pushed my cock in I could feel the bug infected poz cum being forced up inside my dick. I imagined millions of poz bugs clambering to get inside me to feed on my balls from the inside. The pozzer in my ass rammed his cock in balls deep and ground it around in circles. The guy I was fucking was pushing back so I couldn't move in and out of his ass. He tightened his ass on my cock as I felt the fuck stick in my ass start to pulse and I knew I was getting another load of faggot death in my ass. The sensations were so intense. This was the most incredible sex I had ever had. I felt the cum in my balls boiling and ready to erupt. "Oh my fucking God" I grunted as I unleashed burst after burst of my cum into the poz-infected fuck pit.

Part VII I just sat there in disbelief. Only a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married with kids. Now, I had got overheated, drank way the hell too much booze, passed out and had taken, now, 36 loads of cum in my ass and only 1 that I had been completely aware of and asked for. I had just attended the gay pride parade and fest to support my gay friends from work. Then to top it off my new found 'friend' had told me what I had not known at all, that he and every one of the guys who had fucked me an dumped their loads in my ass had a biohazard tattoo because they were all HIV POZ. OMG Every time I think of that, my mind just goes in a whirl an I can't think straight and also, for some reason, my cock twitches and starts to get hard too. My new bud was kind of watching me close. He finally asked if I was ok or not? I barely heard him or understood either. I finally looked up and he was looking mighty close at me with a worried look on his face. He told me I looked like I had died and was just too stubborn to lay down or something. I told him that I had no idea what to do now. I sure as hell had not wanted to be fucked in the first place, although, the last time was pretty damn nice and felt amazing, and for damn sure if I had known they were POZ, no one would have touched me for sure. What the hell was I going to tell my wife and buddies now? My new bud sat down next to me then and put his arm around me and told me that it wasn't so bad as I thought. He then told me we could run to the hospital as I had just taken those loads and get something called PeP. He told me that it would be about a 30 supply of it and in most cases stopped infection completely if caught within a couple or three days. This perked me up a little. I asked if we could get going then. He told me he had a couple of things to attend to real fast and then he would run me right there if I wanted. I told him I sure did want and why wouldn't I? He smiled and told me that was kind of his first thoughts when he found out he had been fucked by a POZ guy the first time but then after thinking about it, he decided that hell, now he could fuck anyone an be fucked by anyone an not have to worry about it anymore. Now he went on his sex was about 5 times better than it had been. I told him that was fine for him, but he was gay and I was supposed to be straight. He laughed then and told me, well maybe, mostly straight before but probably not anymore. He thought I had enjoyed our last time way too much to be completely straight anymore and he was willing to bet that I would soon start to miss that nice full feeling in my ass. I had to admit my damn cock did want to stand up tall as we talked. Now what to do. He then went to take care of business and said he would be right back soon for us to go. When he left I had a lot of thinking to do. I tried to adjust my shorts that were rubbing the hell out of my damn hardon. Moving to a different position didn't help much though as all that did was make my ass twitch more. What was I becoming anyway, a cock needing cum dump, like those guys had said earlier? Damn, what a dilemma. Just then I heard someone call my name and looking up, here came my friend that had ridden there with me so many hours before. He came running up and asked where the hell have you been. He had been looking all over for me and knew I had to be around as my car was still there. I told him about twisting my ankle and getting a ride from these guys' float and then drinking and passing out here and just got up again a short time ago. I didn't tell him anything else though. Just then the guy who had grabbed my ass before and then took my ass cherry walked up. He had a shirt on now and asked who my hot friend was? I introduced them and they seemed to hit it off well. As it was evening now about everyone had a shirt on now so none of the tats were showing. I was kind of wondering how to tell my work bud, when the two of them, told me we will be right back and took off. Apparently my cherry taker was going to show him around the place. I didn't get time to tell him to be careful as they were all POZ. I sat around again for a few minutes and then decided to go find them. I got up an went out of the tarp enclosure and turned to my left, which is why I missed them coming back. They told me later they had seen me going around as they entered and figured I would be right back. I wondered around thinking they would be right here at one of the tables so didn't go very fast as I was looking around at the goings on all around. It probably took me a good 20 minutes before I got back around to the tarp opening. As I entered the middle I came to a complete stop with my mouth hanging open. I then rushed over to the sling. There was my work bud bound in it and getting fucked hard by my cherry picker. I ran up and leaned over him and asked what the hell he was doing. My friend said he was getting one hell of a great fuck and was loving it. I was mortified. I asked him if he had paid attention to the guy fucking him much? He asked what for. I told him, hey, you are both naked as hell now, didn't you notice anything about him. He told me they had started making out when they got in here and took their clothes off while kissing and then he had been lifted into the sling and the guy had lubed him and driven his cock deep in him in one thrust and he didn't pay any more attention after that just enjoying the great fuck. I turned and looked and I could see the biohazard tat right there plainly. I turned to my buddy and told him he better pay attention and look at the guy fucking him right above his cock. As I move and he started to lean up to look the cherry picker guy let out a loud moan and drove his cock as deep as he could and said I'm cumming. My buddies cock which had been bouncing around hard immediately blew his load too. He leaned forward and looked and for the first time saw the tat. His eyes bugged out and he yelled what the hell? He then jerked as his cock erupted with more cum yet. He fell back and stared and said OMG that was fantastic but why in the hell didn't you tell me you were POZ. The guy told us he figured I had already told him about us and it was ok. My buddy asked what about who is the us he was talking about and before I could say anything he pointed to me. My buddy turned and looked at me funny and wanted to know what we were talking about. The ass grabber had pulled out then and told us he thought we had some things to talk about and took off. My buddy looked at me but before he could say anymore a new guy had stepped up and rammed his cock in him and started to pound away taking my buddies breath away. He was trying to tell the guy to stop but could only moan and then looked and moaned more when he saw this guy had a tat also. I just stepped back as my buddies eyes almost rolled up in his head and he was starting to stroke his cock as he groaned deeply.

Agree with a Harness and Jockstrap. Something to hold on to, while keeping the hole exposed with cock & balls out of sight.

I love wearing jock straps. But the most important part of being a successful cumdump is feeling confident and secure. Only then can you go nasty. So you should wear what you like and what you feel slutty in.

Nothing but a jockstrap

“You take loads in your ass?” At 21 years old, I was a bar fly. Countless nights I would drink too much and lose things. Several times I would leave something at a bar such as credit cards, keys, shoes, shirt, underwear, etc. This night, it happened to be my credit card. vAfter calling the bar to confirm they had it, I decided to work in some exercise. The bar was only two miles away, so I decided to run to the bar and back. Since it was a gay bar, I dressed in my best workout gear. After all, one never knows. About halfway to the bar, I noticed a car that had just been driving in the opposite direction stopped about 100 feet in front of me. I saw the window roll down and a man turned his head towards me. I stopped running and took out my headphones. He was probably 45, good looking, and a nice tight body—I could tell he worked out. “Need a ride?” he asked. I briefly hesitated and examined the situation. He was a clean cut looking guy driving a newer car and seemed like he didn’t have good intentions. “Sure!” I said. He flashed a mischievous grin at me and I walked over to the passenger side door. I hopped in and he scanned me from head to toe. “Where you headed?” he asked. “To Level.v I left my credit card there last night,” I replied. “OK.” “Thanks,” I said. “I appreciate you stopping to give me a lift,” I continued, hoping to strike up a conversation. “I was actually headed in the other direction, but I decided to turn around when I saw you running. Looked like you would probably like to cool off,” he said as if to justify stopping to pick up a stranger on the street. I was confused by what he was saying. Was I mistaken? Was it possible his offer was, in fact, not flirtatious? Just as I started to become a bit confused and even a bit worried, he continued, “You were looking really hot,” he said. While he could have only been talking about body temperature, he was looking down at my legs, so I knew it wasn’t that definition of hot. Then, out of the blue, he asked “You take loads in that ass?” My hole started twitching. For a brief second, I thought I had just imagined he said it, but as I looked over at him, I saw his eyes were fixed on my ass even though I was comfortably seated his the passenger seat. Without skipping a beat, I eagerly replied, “Hell yeah!” He nodded with approval. “Nice.” Just then we had reached the bar. I ran into grab my card and ran back to the car. “Got it!” I said. “Great!” As he turned the car around, he asked, “Where do you live?” I gave him my address and he replied “Oh! That’s close. Do you mind if I swing by my place first? We live close by each other,” he commented. “Sure, that’s fine. I’m still just glad I got to catch a ride.” He smiled. Once we got to his house, he turned off the car. I took the hint and got out with him as it was way too hot to spend even a second in a car where the AC wasn't operating at maximum. He pointed towards his house, “That’s my place.” I started walking towards his porch and as soon as I started up the stairs, I heard him say, “Mmmm. It was so hot watching that bubble butt of yours move while you ran.” “Really?” I asked just as I stopped at his front door. He unlocked the door and opened it for me, motioning me to go in first. “Hell yeah. It would be even hotter to watch it move while its wrapped around my bare cock.” "Where’s your bedroom?” I asked eagerly. “Down the hall.” I made my way down the hall and didn’t waste any time. I ripped off my clothes and got on my hands and knees on the bed. He, on the other hand, took nothing off. He picked up a bottle of lube, unzipped his fly, and pulled-out his cock, lubed himself, and slowly started to slide inside me. We hadn't exchanged a single word since we entered the bedroom until I felt his balls against my ass as he bottomed out inside me, and he commented “Fuck you feel good.” I reached behind me to grab his cock just to be sure, running my fingers up his shaft until they met my hole. Sure enough, he was barebacking me. “Don’t worry baby, I didn’t suit up. There is nothing between my cock and your guts, and won't be until I load you up.” That pushed me over the edge. As I started cumming, my ass clenched around his raw dick and he started breathing heavily, grunting “Oh yeah baby, take this load. Fuuuuuuuuck!” He bottomed out inside me and I felt his cock pulsate inside me as he filled my ass up. I was in heaven! “Mmmm. I love slutty young boys like you.” “What do you mean?” I asked, not sure if I should be offended or flattered. “All I have to say is ‘load’ and ‘ass’ in the same sentence and you’re ready to take my dick. I’ve known you for 20 minutes, you haven’t asked my name, age, or even my fuckin' status but you’re ready to let my raw cock dump an unknown load up in your guts.” He was right. I briefly considered what I had done, and knew, of course, that indeed I had no idea who the fuck this guy was who had just bred me. God, I was such a slut. And proud of it!

I just blew a load to my own story. Good to see that it's trending right now after all this time.

Being a Friday night, my chances of getting laid were there, but as I was in Wyoming, where there is a real shortage of tops, I had my doubts, even when one uses apps like Grindr and Scruff, but tonight was my lucky night. I was on Scruff active and out of the blue, a kid with whom I had occasionally chatted, and even then, not expressly sexually, sent me a message. Now, I'm 27 and the kid, a CNA, is 20 and a little flamboyant. Not exactly my type but what the hell. I was bored and horny. Here's how our dialogue went. CNA pup: "hey what up?" Me: "not much, watching TV and having a drink at home, you?" CNA pup: "not much, my back hurts too much. I need a massage when I go to work monday" I thought to myself 'It's now Friday. Why is he going to wait until Monday if he really needs a professional massage right?' Whatever. Me: "oh that sucks man, id give you one but I'm not a professional, but i love to crack backs haha" CNA pup: "that will work for me! I'm playing DD tonight and the girls I'm with want to go to Racks (A local straight strip club....I don't name the place, its just close to where I happen to live which is on a farm) but I'm just gonna drop them off and pick them up at last call. Me: "All right well let me know and ill send you directions where i live" so after he drops the girls off he comes out and he is slim, and short haired. pretty cute kid. we get right to the massage. Kid wasn't fucking around. so he takes off his shirt and he was peeling from a recent sun burn. Lays on the floor and I proceed to straddle him, sitting on his ass. he keeps texting the girls checking in, I could read the whole convo. CNA pup: " keep going down towards my ass and legs" Me: " haha ok take your shorts off then" He is naked and while I was working his muscles i kept touching his balls and cock from what was exposed between his legs. After 10 mins, he flips over and totally has a boner with lots of precum leaking on his legs and tummy. Hot. I then figured what the hell and start blowing him. his cock wasn't overly thick but it was long, like 7.5" long. I can deep throat this no problem, which he returned the favor but aggressively skull fucking me. nice. his phone rings and its the girls saying they were done at one bar and wanted a ride to another one. He dropped them off at one bar and still didn't take them to the strip club. Harmless lie but whatever. CNA pup: " whats up? now you wanna go to Racks? well I'm just....uhh...driving around. yea ill be there in 30 mins" hangs up looks to me already i figured he was gonna get dressed and go play DD, just my luck. CNA pup: " every been bent over that bed of yours? Me: "haha yea a couple times." CNA pup: " lets go" we go in to my room and both of us naked, I grab the lube and hand to him which he coats his cock, and i do my hole. I lean over the bed and he slams his cock into me. short strokes, then all the way out and back in. Im moaning at this point and fuck it feel good. 5 mins go by and we switch to missionary, again I am being pounded hard and deep. My favorite, Im thinking damn this kid knows how to fuck! another 5 mins and we switch to me riding him. not my favorite since i love a top to control me but if he is gonna tickle my liver, then ill do anything! another 5 mins goes by and we then switch to doggy. this is the breeding position i know it. 2 mins in, his phone rings and he slows and says shhhhhh and then answered the phone while inside my hole and fucking my ass deep pup: " yea, no I'm seriously on the way, just hang on" (Click) Pup then kicks it up a notch, and hits my ass harder than ever! 5 mins and then whispers "Im cumming" cums in my hole and then pulls out. I have lost my breath at this point and he has too. gets dressed and then leaves. He is playing DD now and texts me asking if he can come back and fuck me again, and yea i said come on out!

After a couple of months on PreP, I decided to fulfill a fantasy and go to a Cumunion event. There is one in Augusta GA, only 2 hours from me and I made a reservation this past weekend. I found myself with the guts to get in a sling, put on my hood to blind me, and offer my hole to anyone and everyone. After 2 guys fucked me very well, but uneventfully, a third guy was felt between my legs. He rubbed his raw cock against my hole to lube it some and pushed forward hard. It hurt, in a good way, and he went right to fucking me, no pausing to let me get used to it. I adjusted as best I could, and settled back to enjoy his thick cock using my hole. He was the first one to be verbal, telling me to take his cock, and complimenting me on how good my ass felt. I'm ahead of myself because before I went to the party, I posted a couple of ads that anyone was welcome to use the guy in the sling with the hood, and that I was negative and on PreP. The guy fucked me perfectly, deep and a little rough. I wanted to make him cum because I could feel he didn't have a condom on and started tightening up my hole on every withdraw. I could tell that he felt the difference because he started fucking me harder. I could hear others nearby and knowing they were watching made it that much hotter. Without warning he said. "Are you the guy on PreP?" I answered "yes Sir", and just as I did he said, "You better hope it's working." and immediatly went balls deep in me and held his cock there as I felt it jerking and emptying his cum into me. I realized instantly what he meant and knew I was taking my first known positive load. I used my legs to hold him inside me, letting him know I wanted every drop of his seed in me.

Very wild and hot story.

I like fucking with as little lube as possible so we both can feel the incredible skin on skin friction. Using a bit of spit at first will help the pleasure last longer.

I have a local andscaper cut my lawn. Last week a new guy showed up. It was hot and he was wearing a wife beater tee shirt and shorts. He was a young latin guy maybe 25. After he was done I went out and offered him some water. He came in and was all sweaty. I was wearing shorts and made sure he could see my ass. He took the hint and came over and asked if I liked dick. He dropped his shorts to show a huge uncut dick. I sucked him and then he said he loved to fuck. He pulled my shorts down. He spit and my hole and then shoved his big dick in. He fucked me till I heard him say " here it comes" He came a huge load in my ass. He kept pumping until all was in my ass. He went soft and pulled out. He wiped his dick and pulled on his shorts. He left and said next time he might be with another guy. Hope so

THE PLOWMAN, PART 2 "Where to, buddy?" he asked, pushing in a trolley. My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe this guy. His attitude sucked, but he was hot. "Storeroom!" I finally shouted, staring at his retreating back. A little shorter than me, he had beefy legs covered in blonde fur, and his shorts were clinging to a nice square butt. Hearing the storeroom doors open brought me around. The magazine! Before I could react, the guy was headed back out. Stopping in front of me, he pushed back his cap, revealing dark eyes. Not much older than me, I thought. After signing the receipt, he handed it to me. "We don't take deliveries till we open," I said nervously. "Fillin' in a few mornings...regular guy is off." "Well, have a good day," I replied. "Looks like you're starting it right," he said heading out while looking at the wet cum mark on my t-shirt. "Always did like a good jerk-off in the morning." For the second time, I stood slack-jawed. Maybe he didn't see the magazine. Fuck, that was close, I thought. Unnerved, I stashed my magazine and got back to work. The next morning, I opened the door and found myself facing the same driver. "You're early...again," I commented, blushing somewhat. "Busy?" asked the driver, winking. "Not yet," I stammered. I stayed at the door, too nervous to follow him. Returning, he gave me the waybill. "Some delicate plants in the order," he said walking out. "Should probably deal with them right away." Confused, I walked to the back. We didn't carry delicate plants. Looking over the order, I froze. A jockstrap was laying on top of the boxes. Its warm smell filled the air. Cupping the pouch in my hand, I was shocked by its heat and sweaty dampness. Must have just taken it off, I thought. I brought the material to my face. The smells of piss and jizz hit me. Turning it over, I located the spot where the straps met - right in front of where his asshole would've been - and took a deep sniff. The funky smell made my dick throb. I humped the boxes like a madman, sucking and sniffing the jock till spunk filled my shorts. Cum flowed out my dick and down over my nuts. Some even ran over my hole while I rolled around in heat, making my ass sticky. I went to the bathroom and jerked another load out by rubbing the ribbed material across my asshole. I even pushed the pouch inside my ass a ways. Then I traded my cum-soaked Jockeys for the strap and went back into the store. The day was exhausting, and after the staff left, I did a final check to see that everything was locked up. I was heading out the storeroom's rear exit when a sound brought me up short. Turning, I saw stacks of baled straw toppling over, the twine breaking open, spreading it everywhere, Shit! I dropped to my knees. I couldn't leave it like this. "Doesn't take much to get you on your knees, does it?" Startled, I looked up to see the delivery guy standing there, wearing only a jock and work boots. As he pinched a large nipple with his left hand, the right worked the dick inside his pouch. "Think I'd give ya that jock for free?" he asked, winking. His meat pushing the jock out from his body, he pulled it aside enough to free a hairy bag of nuts. Working both nipples now, he pumped his hips at me. His dickhead was clearly visible through the pre cum-soaked material. "How did you...I don't think..." I trailed off. "Does it matter?" the driver asked. Heart pounding, I crawled toward him, eyes glued to the glistening dick straining the fabric of his jock. Running my tongue across the ribbed pouch to taste his salty flow, I said, "I don't even know your name." "Call me Plowman...like the store." I grunted as the tang of cum juice filled my mouth. Pressing hard with my tongue, I pushed the material into his piss-slit. Plowman flexed his dick and sent a burst of pre-cum past my lips. Pulling aside the pouch, Plowman freed his sticky, thick cut cock. I took a good look at his gaping piss-slit and big ridge before closing my mouth over the knob. The accumulated juice and it slick, and breathing out, I slid down, deep-throating it whole. Thick, smelly pubes pressed against my face. "Man," Plowman said, "you took that real easy, kid. That's one sweet throat." Taking his hands from his nipples, he closed them around my head. I heard him hiss between clenched teeth before he pulled back and then plunged into my throat, starting to fuck. I whimpered between strokes. I loved being throat-fucked! Plowman's nuts slapped my chin. With one hand on his thigh, I reached with the other hand to cup his swinging sac. Man, his nuts were hot...hot and full! "Good...tighten...yessss," moaned Plowman while fucking my throat. When he'd flex his dick to full thickness, it would make me gag a little, but Plowman didn't pause. If anything, he pressed me deeper into his pubes, getting that final inch inside. Plowman bent forward, down over my back and yanked my shirt out of my shorts. Sliding a hand into my shorts he found the waistband to the jockstrap. "Ain't we fast," Plowman chuckled, thrusting his dick harder into my throat. "Wore it all day?" I answered a muffled "Yes!" Pushing deep into my sweaty crack, Plowman's rough fingers searched out my hole. I gasped when he found it, moving his middle finger over the puckered surface, spreading my sweat across my slit. I pressed my hole open, pushing against his finger. As it flowered open, Plowman plunged in and started a steady finger fuck. I almost screamed as the dry finger tore into my hole. But once it slicked up and my hole relaxed, I was moaning. Tight as I could, I clamped down on his finger, forcing it to punch up against my button. My dick flexed in response and I realized I hadn't touched it. "Easy, kid," Plowman said. "You'll bite it clean off!" After a few minutes of plunging into both of my holes, Plowman stood up straight. Drawing his finger from my ass, he loudly sniffed it. A burst of pre-cum from his rod in my mouth told me he liked what he smelled. Standing up, he pulled his dick from my throat. "Smell," Plowman ordered, shoving his finger under my nose. The familiar smell of my own ass made me nuts. In a flash, my mouth covered his finger. Plowman ordered me to strip down to my sneakers, all the while sucking that same finger. He smiled as he looked me over. Freed, my thick meat hung semi-hard over my balls. Juice dripped out steadily from my dick and fell onto the floor. Reaching out, Plowman skinned back my dick, roughly working the exposed head. I cried out in pleasure. Pulling his hand away, Plowman brought it to his face. He smeared my juice all over his face and said, "Mmmmmm." Winking at me, Plowman turned around and bent at the waist, resting his chest on some straw bales. Placing his right foot on a nearby bale, he pushed his ass toward me. I nearly shot my load right there. Plowman's crack was spread wide, his heavy nuts hanging low. The blonde fur of his ass, which continued into his crack, parted to reveal his manhole. I watched spellbound as he reached back to spread his cheeks even farther. With his fingers deep in the crack, he pulled his asshole open, winking it at me. The jockstrap framed it perfectly. At that point, I dropped back down to my knees and plunged my face into his ass, tongue out, searching. "Bullseye," Plowman yelled, as my tongue hit home. Relaxing, he allowed my tongue inside while he released his grip on his ass cheeks. I felt them close around my face and all I could smell was sweaty ass! The taste and feel of his chute drove me crazy, I moved my tongue over the folds and dipped deeper into the opening over and over. Plowman pumped his rock hard bone in unison as i fucked him with my mouth. Jerking his dick was making his manhole spasm and was driving me more crazy. Pulling away to look at his slick opening, I watched as he pushed two fingers covered in pre-cum back past his balls. I kept my hands on his checks to keep them open and looked as he smeared his jizz over his shiny wet asshole. "A little flavoring," he said. I hungrily dove in, licking away his tasty cum. I used one hand to work my foreskin over my dickhead and shaft and used the other to squeeze my balls. Plowman moved his ass around, teasing me and pulling it out of reach. Then finally, with a force that almost knocked me over, he shoved back down on my tongue and yelled, "All the way, fucker!" The noisy sounds of ass eating and wet meat being jerked filled the room. Plowman said, "Okay, boy, get your tongue outta my ass and close your eyes." Turned on and confused, I pulled my face from his awesome hole and sat back on my haunches. Looking down at my own dick, I was amazed at how huge it looked. As Plowman turned, I closed my eyes. A few seconds later, I heard Plowman say from behind me, "Okay, open your eyes and...sit." Turning, I saw Plowman laying on a bed of straw, legs spread, his heavy balls almost reaching to the floor. He'd removed his jock and his bloated dick swayed in the light, pulsing, lubed and ready. This guy's prepared, I thought. My asshole was twitching as I walked over. Just as I was about to straddle Plowman's hips, I turned, sitting right on his face. "Lick," I ordered. "Yes, sir!" Plowman replied, darting out his tongue. With both hands, he spread my smooth cheeks and I felt my puckered ring opening as he speared his tongue inside me. I flexed my ass muscles and tried to grab at his slippery tongue, milking like I wanted to milk his thick 10" dick. I bounced up and down and fucked myself on his moaning, vibrating tongue. I stated to raise up, but he held me fast. "Hold on," he said. Gathering a wad of spit in his throat, Plowman let fly. With a loud splash, it landed dead center on my hole. "Okay," he said. I turned and lowered myself over his dick. I pushed his thick rod onto his furry abs and placed my ass crack over it. I sighed each time his big knob passed over my pucker as I slid back and forth on his trapped dick. Taking Plowman's swollen nipples between my fingers, I rocked my ass and spread lube and spit into my ass. Bending forward, I slid my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues fought each other as I tugged on his nipples. Plowman took hold of my hips and lined me up with his thick dickhead. He grabbed my ass and pulled it wide, opening the lips of my twitching hole. I laid my chest on his and pushed my ass out and around his knob. I felt the rim of my hole move over his bloated head. With a sharp jab upward, Plowman speared my ass ring, forcing his head inside and slicking up my chute more with his river of pre-cum leaking from his thick bone. Even though I cried out in response, Plowman only paused briefly before relentlessly driving upward into my ass. I did my best to push back, pain or not...I wanted it. As Plowman pressed deeper, he said, "That's it, buddy. I can feel your ass opening ahead of my dick. Keep that up, kid." The sheer thickness of his shaft gave me little choice but to accept his dick, and sure enough, when I felt his pubes brush my hole, I knew I was almost there. "Almost home, Champ," he said, breathing hard, "A little more." I straightened up while tugging on Plowman's nipples. I dropped my full weight downward and forced my hole to the thick base. Plowman's and my cries of joy echoed in the storeroom. "Hell fuckin' yeah!" Plowman yelled. "You like that?" I asked in full-on heat and shock. Plowman suddenly turned us over. I found myself on my back, my hole straining to handle all his dick, looking up into those dark eyes. "Fuck..." I said. "...you!" Plowman cut in, starting to thrust. Positioning my legs in the crook of his elbows, he stretched his legs out and pushed forward. He rolled me into a ball and started to really fuck. Grunting with each stroke, I quickly took control of my muscles. As his dick drilled into me, I opened my ass, and on the upstroke, I clenched hard, milking Plowman's thick beast and forcing his knob against my ass button. Hands on either side of me, Plowman plunged in and out of my ass, sweat dripping off of him and sometimes into my open mouth and hungry tongue. Quickening the pace, Plowman slammed into my ass, easing back slowly each time while I milked his huge piece of man meat. "Great fuckin' ass, buddy," he gasped. "Tight...hot...like being sucked off." My aching bone was pressed between us. I wasn't about to touch it. The action in my ass combined with Plowman's hairy abs sliding across my uncut rod had me on edge, not to mention how hot Plowman's looks and sexy attitude made me. Plowman's fucking began to change and his dick widened even more to fill my ass completely. Straightening up and grabbing my ankles in each hand, he spread my legs and my inner thigh muscles stretched around his thick cock as he slammed into me. I felt his dick harden even more and knew he couldn't last. He let go of my left ankle and took control of my dick with his right hand. Skinning back my foreskin, he worked the raw head, slick with sweat and leaking spunk. He worked his thumb over my knob and into my piss slit. "Jesus," I gasped. "I'm so close!" My dick almost jerked out of his hand and thickened as my jizz flew past Plowman's probing thumb. The stream landed squarely on my face. The spasm of my asshole spasm finished off Plowman. Frantically fucking my hole, his dick swelled. "Yeahhhhhh!!" he yelled, yanking his meat from my ass at the last second. As the first rope of Plowman's seed fired out of his dick, I yelled, "Fuck it into me, Plowman! Breed my hole deep!" His look of surprise and delight while he plunged his massive dick back into my hole made me start shooting again and milking him with my clenching chute while I caught some of my flying cum in my mouth. Plowman smiled as I enjoyed my own cum. Dropping down onto me, Plowman slid his tongue into my mouth, wanting a taste as well. We laid there swapping spit and cum until we drifted off to sleep after a few minutes. I woke a while later. There was no sign of Plowman. As I sat up, our two jockstraps slid off my chest. A note was pinned to one: Hey, Buddy! Hope you liked the new farm hand. He had one final delivery to make before coming here to "plow" for your Dad and us. think he can handle it? Ed, Al, and the boys..and Dad

Chapter II. I couldn’t stop thinking about these POZ guys from my past. The more I thought about how the virus had changed each of them, the more I wanted to play together with them all again. I couldn’t help but feeling sort of sorry for Karl, the one guy who had not moved to NYC and was likely to live out his years free from allowing himself to be a cumwhore. I hadn’t been getting a lot of dick lately, and thinking about those hot POZ guys got me horny. One night, after reading some sexy stories and cruising hook-up sites online, I decided I’d be a bit naughty and check out the scene at a DVD store in midtown. I’d read stories online about video arcades and gloryholes, but I’d never actually been to one. I sort of knew what to expect. I paid a really cute skinny guy in a booth a few bucks and headed down a dark hallway lined with doors. I could hear moans of men fucking on the videos, and moans of men fucking in the booths. I found an empty booth and went in, dropped a few coins into a slot, and flicked through a few channels until I found a video of a guy in a sling surrounded by bearish tops getting ready to fuck him. I unbuttoned my pants and started jerking. After a minute or two, I heard the door to the booth next to mine open. I heard coins plinking, and a movie clicking on. Only seconds later, I saw a beautiful white uncut cock slide through a hole in the wall. Must have been seven inches long, going back to a tuft of chestnut brown pubes and a huge ballsack. I instinctively knelt down and started tonguing that cock. I loved blowing a total stranger. It made my dick drip to think about swallowing this guy’s load, or maybe even letting him fuck me bareback. I swallowed him to the balls and kept my mouth there, allowing him to fuck my throat through the wall. As he pounded into my mouth, I could feel my throat producing lots of spit and he was drooling precum, as his foreskin worked back and forth . I loved not knowing his status as I gulped down his juices. My stranger picked up his pace and then suddenly pulled out of the hole. I heard him bend down and whisper through the hole, “Show me your ass, faggot!” I followed directions and stood up and spun around as fast as I could. I pressed my ass against the cold sticky booth wall, where countless other whores had done the same thing. I shivered thinking about the STDs that had probably been contracted through the wall. I felt a beardy chin scrape against my ass and a warm, wet tongue glide over my ass. This guy chomped down on my ass, chewing and gnawing at my ass, before I felt his fingers start to play with me. His wet digits went into my ass very smoothly and I could feel myself loosening up for him. He withdrew his fingers and I felt an emptiness that was replaced right away by and damp cock. He slapped against my hole a few times and sank the head of his dick into me. I didn’t check, but I am sure he was fucking me bare. I felt like such a slut! My stranger slammed into me a few times, but never deeply. I guess the wall was preventing him from entering me as deeply as he would have liked because he pulled all the way out. “Open your door man, I’m gonna fuck you good!” I scurried over to the door to allow him to enter. I unlocked it, and saw a flash of skin come back through the gloryhole. I was confused until I realized this dick was cut, and shiny from being in someone else’s hole. While distracted, my top stranger entered and relocked the door as he forced my face down to suck this new strange cock. I swallowed the new dick, savoring the taste of some whore’s ass juices on a bare dick. He must have been topping someone bare but hadn’t finished. He was much thicker than the first dick, and I had to stretch my jaw to swallow him down without my teeth gnawing into him. My top thrust into me, causing me to gag on the cut dick in the gloryhole. He must have liked that because he did it again a few times. With no wall between us, he was able to get really deep inside me. I reached down to jerk my dick, and play with his balls. I felt his cock entering me and confirmed that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Even though we were in the same room, and I was giving myself to him raw, I hadn’t seen his face, and he hadn’t seen mine. I didn’t know his name and hadn’t even seen his face. I only knew I wanted and needed his dick. My fucker plowed me for no more than four or five minutes, holding my head down on a strange cock, until he quickened his pace and he trusts became erratic. I knew he about to cum in me. I reached back to hold my cheeks apart for him as he slammed into my ass and began shooting his load. He grunted and moaned as he bred me. That sound got the other guy off and he started cumming hard in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but he came so much it was dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. I pulled off, but he kept cumming, shooting cum right into my eye. I closed my eyes hard, trying to keep them from stinging and was disoriented as my top stood me up to mash his bearded face into mine. He licked the cum out of my eye and off of my chin. When he had tongued the cum from my eyes, I opened them to see a familiar face. It took me a second before I realized it was Karl, the guy from the five-way orgy who was now married and living in the Midwest somewhere! Karl recognized me right as I recognized him and staggered a bit. I felt his load trickling out of my ass as he stood there and chuckled. He shook his head, eventually smiling. “I knew I’d run into someone I knew in a place like this…” I smiled and told him it was my first time. I’m not sure he believed me. “You wanna go grab a cup of coffee and catch up, or you wanna stay here and take some more loads?” I was going to agree to a coffee when he smiled and pointed back at the gloryhole. A new olive-skinned uncut dick had appeared. “Up for sharing this one?” he asked. I smiled and knelt down to gobble it up. Within a few seconds, we were alternating blowing and licking as we kissed across this guy’s thick juicy cock. Karl managed to swallow the whole length better than I was, so I figured out he hadn’t given up cocksucking forever when he got married. He was even fingering his hole as he deepthroated! When the olive dick was good and wet, Karl stood up and backed right onto it. This guy had enough length that he didn’t have a problem getting deep enough to enjoy himself through the wall. Karl rode that dick until he had had his fill and pulled off. He guided that slimy cock into my bare hole and I backed onto it. It went in easy, with all of Karl’s load already lubing me up. I felt almost ripped open as he pounded away. It hurt like hell, but felt so good. “Let me have his load, man! I don’t get many loads where I’m from!” I obliged and pulled off. Karl sank back down on that dick and groaned. We kissed hard as the guy through the wall pounded away. He was shaking the whole partition as he got closer to cumming. “Give it to me! Fucking give me that seed!” The man wasn’t holding back and shouted back, “If you want my dirty seed, you’re gonna get it!!!” Karl froze as he heard those words, realizing that the dick in his hole was probably POZ. But it was too late to do anything about it, and the guy fucked his load into his ass. I made out with him hard as the guy finished off and Karl stood up slowly. My fingers found their way to Karl’s stretched out hole and felt the POZ top’s load already starting to ooze out. I flipped Karl around and dove into his hole, working that toxic seed in and out of his ass. When I had a mouthful of cum, I stood Karl up and fed it to him. The door must have been left unlocked, because I heard it creak open. Standing in the doorway was Pete, Karl’s ex-boyfriend, nude, with a towel draped over his shoulder. He was jerking his monster cock smiling at us. “Hey there strangers. Want to stay here and fuck around, or take this party back to my place?” Karl and I were all over him. Karl kissed him as I knelt down and took his POZ dick in my mouth. I was ready to let Pete breed both of us, but he pulled me off of his dick. “I have a better idea. Let’s see if we can recreate some magic that happened a decade ago… Let’s go back to my place and see if I can invite some friends over…” Without hesitation, we got dressed and headed back to Pete’s place. To be continued.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

I recently moved to London to find work because where i was living up north at the time i could never find anything going so i just up and went and had a job offer in London and I successfully got the Job as a Barman at a Club in Soho due to my past experiences. My first week working at the Club was great met so many nice guys and i actually saw this guy he came up the Bar and asked for a Scotch he then looked at me in the eyes i could tell that he liked me because of his facial expression he asked me if i had been working here long and i replied to him nah only a few days just moved here a few weeks ago. As the discussion went on we got to know each other abit better I asked for his name and he said Chris. Chris told me about the places he visits during the weekend and asked whenever i would like to come with him sometime and i said sure why not. Two nights later it was a Friday there I was just finishing my afternoon shift as i got ready to leave i got a text from Chris , we exchanged numbers the last time we met at the Club, in his text he said if i could meet him outside by the restaurant near the Club , so i waited there for 5 minutes til i heard him call my name 'Danny' as he came to me he said whenever if i was up to going to the sauna i said yeah sounds good. So we both arrived at the sauna noticed a butch guy behind the counter wearing a tight white vest with hairy arms and chest , i was turned on by how he looked rugged , masculine just how i like my men to be. I asked him whenever if there were many here on the weekend since I have never been to this place before , he replied yeah it's one of the most busiest saunas around here , i said should be fun then i nodded with excitement. As Me and Chris entered the locker rooms saw a few fit guys there mixture of all kinds from Twinky looking lads to Muscle bound hunks dripping with sweat i was soo fucking horny from this moment on couldn't wait to engage in some hot steamy sex. As me and Chris started out our cruising in the Sauna we both decided to split up and He said have fun see you in a while. I wanted to head to the Showers because i had skipped the shower earlier , i Entered the shower room and turned on the shower and rubbed my body with lots of soap , i had stiffy because of what I had seen since i arrived , i started to have abit of a play with my dick in the shower , i closed my eyes just fantasying what could happen tonight unknowingly that the man from the counter had entered the shower naked he said looks like you're having some fun there I opened my eyes in shock and i laughed and I saw him staring right at me , He came over to me and we kissed and then he said suck me cock i got down on my knees. and sucked on his massive 8 inch uncut dick me just sucking away on his beautiful hung cock I was dripping with pre-cum was enjoying every single second of it. He then said if i were Top or bottom i replied to him that i was bottom he then said well thats a good combination then you're a bottom and i'm a top fancy taking this , i replied fuck yeah. As my tight hole was being rubbed by him he stuck 2 fingers up there he asked me whenever if i did it raw or safe i said just stick it in there need cock up my arse he did and i moaned as his hard stiff cock entered my raw tight hole fucking me slowly then he started to really fuck me deep and started to become more dominant with me he said you want my fucking load cause im gonna fucking cum soon , me just being so fucking horny i just didn't want him to stop as he fucked me and he started to moan more intensely i knew that soon my arsehole will be filled with cum for the first time i just couldn't wait for him to unload inside me , the big moment finally came and he said here it comes , moaning so fucking loud he shoved his load inside me and i said yeah fill me up , fill me fucking up. As the night went on it was getting late so i decided to leave , as i got back to the locker room i had saw Chris almost fully clothed , I said to him you had fun he replied yeah damn right i had fun got loads of cock how about you , yeah i had lots of fun in the shower even took a load up my arse , he replied fuck i never knew you did bareback and i said i don't it was just a one off. To be continued.....

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

At 21 I had decided I wanted to go to Hawaii, and from the Uk that's no mean trip. By 22 I had got the money together and booked the flights and hotels, now while I was gay I had not booked gay hotels. So here I was on Kaui, looking across the pool from the balcony and instantly spotted a handsome guy I would see over the next few days. I saw him frequently walking past the pool as I lay there but he never seemed to use the pool or the beach. On the third evening I decided to walk along the beach, and who should be on his first floor balcony but Mr. Handsome, and to my surprise he waved - to whom? At first I was not sure if it was to me but as I was the only one on the beach, I responded with a wave. Then he waved a second time - this time more of a beckon, so I walked towards his beachside balcony. He was wearing only shorts and was showing a very obvious bulge. "Fuck" he said, "I thought you would never come over." I nervously answered that I had been unsure whether he was waving to me. "Well, maybe this will help then" he said, grabbing me a placing a full kiss on my lips. I readily responded as our tongues began to intertwine, while his hand ran down my ass. "Brad here" he eventually said. "Hi, I'm Rick" I responded. "Nice to meet you, Rick." Brad followed me into his room, and as I stepped-through the doorway, he began to remove my shirt and played with my nipples, his bulging crotch pushing up against my ass. I moaned in pleasure as he began to kiss my neck and fondle my crotch, slowly working round to lick my nipples, simultaneously working my shorts off my body. I was putty in his hands. When he pulled me down to the floor. We were soon kissing and feeling-up each other's body. I managed to get his cock out of his shorts and began to lick and suck his eight inches of thick heavy meat. Brad, meanwhile, played with my hole, probing and massaging my ass with his fingers. After ten minutes of aggressive play, he whispered "I wanna fuck you." My reply? Naturally "Fuck yes." We moved to the bed and he positioned me with a pillow behind my shoulders, my legs on his shoulders. "I don't have any condoms" he said. I heard him, but was beyond caution. "Go for it" I urged him, not contemplating the possibility that he could be poz. He pushed against my hole - I felt the sphincter open and he slid in - oh, fuck it felt good. He began a steady rhythm of fucking my ass, sometimes pulling almost all the way out, other times plunging in deep and hard so he could kiss me. The sensation of his cock sliding over my prostate was electrifying, and I begged him "Don't stop, man." Nevertheless he did pause, and dropping another pillow on the floor, and ever so gently (without removing his cock from my ass), picked me off the mattress and re-positioned me on the floor, my head and shoulders cushioned on the pillow, he resumed fucking me in a standing position. While this was a new position for me, Brad was clearly experienced as he was able to manage my weight leaning-up against his legs and simultaneously fuck me straight-down my anal canal, in the process manipulating my prostate in ways I had never known. His thrusts gradually became more aggressive - "Fuck yeah" he groaned. My response was to moan in pleasure (and expectation). I had never been fucked so well and was relishing in this encounter. Brad then asked "You want my load?" to which I replied "Oh, fuck yes." "Good, here it comes." I felt his cock pulsate as it exploded in my hole. He slowly slid out and dropped between my legs pushing a finger or two into my hole, while kissing my sweet-soaked chest and nipples. "I think you liked that" he said grinning. "Hell yes" I replied. "If every fuck was like that it would be awesome" I added. He worked my cock with his cum covered fingers and then slowly positioned himself so he could slide down onto my now rigid cock, working it with his hole. I quickly shot my own load in to his ass. "That was great" Brad said, as he led me into the shower where we cleaned up. Once we had toweled each other down we went back to the bed and laying there, chatted about England, Hawaii, getting fucked, and the fact he had been hoping to attract my attention from day one. Apparently he had seen me when I first saw him. I admitted his was the first bare cock I had in my hole. "Did you like it?" he asked. "Hell yeah - it was far hotter sex raw" I answered. "You never asked if I was poz" he said. "I know, but once you were in my hole, all I wanted was to be fucked." "Just as well, I am neg" he said laughing, adding "Other guys may not be." "I know" I replied, blushing. "But then I know poz guys too" he said, brightening up continuing "There is nothing wrong with a poz cock." "Oh well, maybe not just at the moment" I laughed. "Why don't you stay the night?" he eventually asked. As we lay there naked, I found myself accepting his invitation. When I said "Sure, thanks" he rolled over on top of me and began to kiss slowly. Eventually he re-positioned himself so we could 69. I was in heaven. This time everything was more relaxed and when he eventually slid back in my hole I pushed back onto his crotch to force his cock even deeper. Although I can't explain the mechanical aspects, we fucked again this time with even greater mutual pleasure, and after orgasm, we fell a sleep in each others' arms, his cock still in my hole. Waking the next morning we began to fuck again almost as soon as we were awake. Brad's cock found my willing hole once again and filled me with creamy cum, so naturally I reciprocated by shooting a load into his hole. By the time we had showered Brad had ordered breakfast which we enjoyed on the balcony. "So, what do you want to do today?" he asked sipping the orange juice. I had thought this would be a one-night encounter, but here was a handsome guy asking me to spend more time with him. "Well, for a start, I have no real itinerary, but I need to get some fresh clothing" I said, thinking I would go back to my room. "No need, not a problem I am sure I have something that will fit you" Brad said, disappearing for a few seconds, and returning with some shorts and t-shirt. I pulling them on. They were suitably tight, showing off my tan and crotch. "Nice" grinned Brad, pulling me close so we could kiss. "I know a nice quiet beach we can visit." (to be continued)

I interviewed with Charles when I was 21. He was everything I wanted to be. An accomplished lawyer, he had it all figured out. He had been to the right school, met the right man, lived an openly gay life, completely beyond reproach. He was about 5'-10,” and burly. He had a five o'clock shadow by 3PM. Not only did I want to work with him, I wanted to BE him, or at least be WITH him. We met at a round-table speed-date kind of job interview that my University had organized, at a local hotel conference room. My boyfriend had come along and had his own interviews with prospective firms. Charles seemed to like what I had to offer. He invited me to dinner that night with his husband, and we all seemed to hit it off. After the meal, his husband, Rob, went to bed, and we stayed in the hotel restaurant to continue talking about job prospects. After two glasses of wine, I felt his knees touching mine. He leaned forward and I could feel his hot breath all over my face as he invited me back to their suite, “for a night cap.” We took the elevator upstairs and I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. As soon as we were in his suite's living room, he tore my clothes off. The door to the bedroom was open, but Rob must have been asleep, or not interested in disturbing us. Charles stripped me down, peeling off my clothes, and sucked my cock down to the root. He could sense I was about to cum, and pulled off. “Not yet, you fucker. I have plans for you.” He bent me over and spread my ass cheeks. He gasped as he fingered my asshole. While I had a boyfriend, Liam, and loved to eat his hole and fuck him, but I had never been fucked, and it took a lot of rubbing and licking before Charles got one knuckle in there. I whimpered and gulped for air as he managed to get two fingers sliding in and out. He spun me around to swallow his beer-can thick cock, forcing my head down. I was in heaven and figured it was worth it if it got me the job. Charles sat down on the sofa, milking his incredibly thick hairy cock and balls. He fingered his own ass with one hand, as he beckoned me with the other, guiding my bare hole down onto his meat. I thought about asking for a condom, but I didn't want to loose out on a chance at a great job. I lowered myself down, facing the open doorway to Rob's bedroom, slowly receiving inch after inch of his wide dick. I bottomed out and started riding Charles, my own hard cock bouncing against my taught torso and drooling precum. Charles wiped up a long syrupy string of my dick drool and fingered it into his hole. To this day, don't know if Charles' husband Rob knew what was going on. “You gonna take my load, boy? You think you're good enough to take my cum? Gonna take my hot load? Gonna let me breed you? Gonna let me charge you up” “Oh yes. Fill me up! Make me a man!!!” Charles filled my cunt with his cum as I shot my own load all over my chest. When he realized that I had cum, he wiped my load into his palm and scooped it into his own hole. He pulled me off of his slackened tool and made me clean it. “Looks like you're hired. As much as I liked fucking you, you should know my ass is going to need regular servicing. I got charged up in the 80s and have been spreading it ever since. Here's hoping you can help me spread it around. It's cute boys like you who can get into any cunt raw... That's what we need. Welcome to the brotherhood...” With that, he kissed me hard, wrapping his furry arm around my neck. I really didn't know what he was talking about, but knew I wanted more of Charles' cock. Charles walked into his and Rob's bedroom, flopped down onto the bed, and passed out. I pulled my clothes on, and tiptoed out of the suite. I pulled my clothes on in the elevator and got out on my floor. I went into the room I was sharing with Liam, also a pre-law student, and undressed. He could smell the man-musk all over me as soon as I entered. “Have a nice time at your interview?” He knew I had cheated on him to get a job, and he just smirked at me, pulling down my underwear. He dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. He pulled off and looked up, slightly confused. “You didn't fuck?” He was surprised that he couldn't taste ass juice on my dick. I grinned mischievously and turned around, offering my used cunt to him. He laughed out load and dove in, eating Charles' cum as it dripped down my thighs. He got hard rimming my ass and bent me over, sliding in effortlessly. Charles' cock was literally the same size as a can of beer, so Liam had no problem working his tool into me. “You've got me so hot. I can feel his load sloshing around in you,” he wheezed into my ear. His shallow breathing quickened and I could feel every pulse of his cock as he shot his load and worked Charles' load deeper and deeper into my guts. I came a second time, wasting my load onto the floor. To be continued...

The next day, I returned to Charles' room. He gave me an envelope telling me that I had been hired and to report to his office the following Monday. He was all business, only winking at me once or twice. Charles' partner, Rob, was packing a suitcase, and he smiled at me through the open door, winking at me. I reported to my new internship and it was totally business-as-usual for the first week. I couldn't believe that this bear stud who had fucked me raw only the week before was so professional at work. There was no innuendo, no groping, nothing. I started to worry that I had messed something up. At the end of that first week, Charles invited me and Liam to a weekend retreat, a sort of meet-and-greet for lawyers and their new interns. He told me it we a sort of bonding weekend, and that he was sure he could find someone to “hook Liam up with.” I thought he was all business until he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. Our chests touched and he whispered in my ear, “I want you to show me what you're made of this weekend. BOTH of you. Be there Friday night at 7PM sharp!” He gave me an address and I went home to pack. We arrived at a resort outside of town right on time. Charles had arranged for us to have separate rooms. I wondered if Liam would also have to “put out” to get a chance at a big shot internship. There was a note at the front desk inviting us to dinner at 8PM at the swankiest restaurant in the resort. We separated and went to our own rooms to change. The restaurant dining area was outside, in a sort of a basin, surrounded by hills. Each hill had a building with two doors, one for each apartment. I watched as men in very nice Italian suits came out one by one down to dinner. I saw Liam come out Building #2, and then saw Charles come out of Building #4. We met at our table and had a lovely chat, getting to know each other. Again, Charles was all business. Two beautiful men in perfectly tailored suits joined us. I'm sure I learned their names, but as the wine started flowing, my memory began to fail me. We went through one bottle before the appetizers arrived and another before the entrees. I was about to pass out after finishing my steak. Liam, on the other hand, seemed just fine, holding his alcohol with the rest of the men at the table. I almost felt as if I had been drugged. Charles slapped me on the shoulder with a fatherly air, “You look like you need to go to bed. Why don't you hit the hay. I'll make sure Liam has a good interview, and we can all meet at 10AM, here, for brunch.” I excused myself and stumbled back up the hill to my room. After unlocking the door, I turned back to the table and noticed how closely Charles and the other two men had drawn their chairs up to Liam. I collapsed into bed and passed out. I had never been so sleepy after a few glasses of wine. I awoke several hours later in the middle of the night. Still dressed, I went back down into the restaurant area. It was completely deserted. I still felt woozy but decided to go Liam's room just to let him know I was okay and not to worry about me. I climbed the hill to his building. All of the lights were off and he didn't answer the buzzer. I figured he must have still been out, “interviewing.” I stumbled back to my room and hit the hay. The next morning, I awoke about 9AM. I showered, still feeling groggy, and went down to meet my boyfriend and boss for brunch. At 9:45, I heard a screen door screech open and slam. I saw Liam stumble out of Building #4, Charles' room. I figured they must have spent the night together. He fumbled his way down the hill, through the restaurant area, and then up the hill back to his own room. I heard Charles' door slam again, and saw one of the men who had joined us for dinner sneaking out too. I thought, “Oh, they must have had a threeway!” I was sort of titillated thinking about both of those guys tagging Liam's supple ass. “BANG!” Charles' door slammed again as the last guy exited. A regular gangbang! I sat there wondering just what had happened last night after I had passed out. I had my head in my hands, fighting a pounding headache and wondering about the pounding my boyfriend must have gone through all to get a job. A shadow fell across me and I looked up to see Liam standing there. He smiled at me and leaned down to kiss me. He told me that he had been worried about me last night and was relieved to see me this morning, more or less intact. He told me that the guys had each fucked him last night, in order from small cock to the biggest. He was completely matter-of-fact about sharing his holw with these guys. He was also completely up front that they had all insisted on fucking him raw. Charles had gone first, which meant that he had taken some even bigger dicks than Charles' beer-can cock. He told me that they had some nasty talk going on as they pounded his hole. They kept going on about “breeding,” “seeding,” and “gifting.” Liam had always loved talking my cum up his ass, but I never talked like that. They each said something like 'welcome to the brotherhood,” and that he was sure to have a “pozitive outcome” sooner or later.... They went on to say that once he had taken their loads he could never “give back the gift” they had given him. I thought he looked a bit worried or possibly regretful. Was he nervous about starting his new internship? “Think you got it?,” I asked. “Yeah. I'm sure I got IT... Oh, you mean the job? Yeah. I think I'm hired....” We sat down to eat. We were both starving.